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

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

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

When mine eyes near to close - for truest sleep
then best her gentle hand beside me hold...

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