I.

    Near ilton s, ones are found, But so confused, t neit t, nor Reason reason try,  force brougo so unlikely ground.

    to stranger o me s grows, A simple soul should breed so mixed woes.

    II.

    tons  else, dead logs up sends From ribute,  is t thread is spun.

    My lake is Sense, reams never run But o ery eyes it lends; But ake, ter is fair warned o make.

    III.

    e rangers muc, to cruel searc: it out, closed up again by art, Yet lives until his life be new required.

    A stranger fis yet expired, t ys  Myself unto tomy desired, Instead of gall, leaving to : Yet live s closed up, till t ss rigead of searching, kill.

    IV.

    Peak ries find Large rooms il amain: till knit  poor place er lined.

    Mine eyes trait, ts let fall an inill colder reason bind to a constant vein Of truter pure,  still dotruth endure.

    V.

    A field take oe prest Deep in t , Is co stone in , t.

    take is my request; Of  s seat, to urned, dot, Keeping t form, ted ; But all t,  apply, Failing thered conscience die.

    VI.

    Of s on Albions coast, ting on to die: From cs more life t.

    My s long tost, Brake on fair cliffs of constant City; tempt, gives up ; So deep in seas of virtue, beauties lie: But of t love,  nobler life doth move.

    VII.

    t remains - A lady, in despite of Nature, ce, On  reins.

    A  favour stains; A  like an angel graced; An angels mind, but in a o myself I frame; S all t I am.