Weather storms
Reckless child

Want of

harm

Or will of stone

U  suggest, anew of me, and sanctioned for discord

Have no want, nor worry mind
A trouble
Were
Not bound,

nor hate

eclipse
Or
radiate

Dammed In slight
And want

endeared in course

Displaced thyself

resigned
And ruminate


Humble beg , of you so dear

Feeble, flattered mind