SONNET X

Oh, sweet tokens, sadly found by me,
sweet and happy when God willed it so!
Together with my memory you go,
making my death your conspiracy.

Who ever could have told me, having seen
the joy you brought to me not long ago,
that, in time, I would come to know
you as the source of my great suffering?

As in one hour you have laid to waste
all the good you gave me by degrees,
so take away the ill you left, with haste;

if not, I will suspect that it would please
you to let me know your bounty's taste
then watch me die among sad memories.