As the earth does weep  the sun being set  Each flower moistened  like a melting eye  I have deserved all tounges  to speak their bitterness over me  The lake of my treasures darken  being blown with the wind  Her circled eye  enforced by sympathy  of those fair suns  set in her mistress sky  who in a salt-waved ocean  quence their light  which makes the maid weep  like the dewy night  Grief dallied with  no law nor limit knows  deep woes roll silent  like gentle wind  Behold the thorns  hidden under each rose  Distress like dumps when  time is kept with tears