How could I compare thee to Nature‘s name?
Thy temper most favors a gentle breeze,
Nature be cruel and certainly to blame;
For poor souls lost in the folds of Her seas,
And Nature’s wind oft howls in chilly spite,
Freezing the rivers and killing the game,
In winter She affords us little light,
She oft denys beasts the will to be tame,
But thy brother’s lot thou long to amend,
And feuds and woes thou hastily put to bed,
Unlike Nature, thou seekest not revenge,
Thou’d wish for peace; the earth and sea to wed,
Yet the calmest parts of Nature I view,
Are less than thee still, for thou art true.
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