O hereWill I set up my everlasting restAnd shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes look your lastArms take your last embrace and lips O youThe doors of breath seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death
O serpent heart hid with a flowering faceDid ever a dragon keep so fair a caveBeautiful tyrant feind angelical dove feather raven wolvish-ravening lamb Despised substance of devinest show just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint an honourable villain
True I talk of dreamsWhich are the children of an idle brainBegot of nothing but vain fantasyWhich is as thin of substance as the airAnd more inconstant than the wind who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the northAnd being angerd puffs away from thenceTurning his side to the dew-dropping south.