How can you view within your glass, an end?
When beauty yours, bestowed another make...

If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me...

There's a spot on the wall
Small and dark, just one...

Tho' I've no 'scope to witness distant spheres
Nor fortune, bribing way to travel space...

I must compare you to the spring in May!
You warmth a light too have my winter's done...

My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares itself into defect...

(I)
Our precious months have none for charity...

Let he, whom in my kingdom, read here wise:
Your eyeslids best be closed when near my love...

About my heart, how'd you learn more than I?
Your time spent loving's less than half love's...

If fifty suitors claim their love for you
And mine include, how could you end with me...

If he, like I, whom view with dimming light:
The final setting sun within his glass...

My furry coated fluff-ball does so bark-
As tho' by each a roar is pleasure met...