Oh sadness I now do invite
to dine with me whenever she pleases,
for I understand her loneliness,
therefor, let her be with me.
Oh sadness I now do trust,
for nothing more she wants but this,
to know another soul, to wit,
a name which satisfies memory.
Oh but sadness I now not know,
for what is her utmost depth,
do I trust myself to hold civility
when she at herself is best?