Have thou not compassion for my sicknesse?
O fatall desire for your face in heav`n
Behold love`s revenge for my wickedness
That I did treasure you for the while
More than God`s starres in moonlight night
Yet I so foolish did not take his heed
So now am punished with great speede
Blinded by visage, and lost of holie light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem