O' why am I that one without a nest?
I must love self enough to single 'lone,
I dare to not believe, for self-love's jest
It's likely Venus whom had left my throne.
A royal seat at sea with none in view
For deep the fairest swim, so knows the King
Whom fishes with no bait nor love *****
Without a depth of love to show or bring.
Could crown adorn a weaker, brittler core
Than outward form suggests of armored chest
Of thickened steel so made by love before.
I am that which had made a hermit best!

To all of whom I've blamed, and parted love
Forgiveness be, then I to self thereof.