As steady strong do boulders heavy stand,
So firmly such shall bide my loving heart
In your deceiving, falsely doting hands,
And willing blind to often cheating art.
As resolute do stars shine silver-white,
So dazzled stay my eyes, still gazing lost
Upon your form, not seeing slight nor blight
Without a jealous thought, your grateful slave.
But heavy mountain rock can shatter still
When mined beneath some iron, steely means,
And tyrant-kings, when gods, cast cloudy ills
Across celestial skies, thus muting gleam.
Despite the careful countenance I adorn’d,
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn’d.