How oft’n doth Life give ‘n take away?
Moments trivial kept and others lost,
Pains ‘n pleasures in time tied amongst days,
Of which my beating heart burns to exhaust
Born, but bitt’r, but sour and sweet, I laugh
At life which against death cannot compete
I cry, I am just flesh ‘n photograph
I’ll die, and my seasons will obsolete
I treasure my few years of affection,
Nevertheless by Life kindly given
To me, soon taken by Death’s confection
Which to keep, by treachery I’m driven
    By love, by hate, I grieve melancholy
    Of the world known in my mortality