What with my love? They have shown me fates and fears,
Harsh springs and fountains bitterer than the sea."
In the "Garden of Proserpine," he sings,
"And love grown faint and fretful,
Sighs and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure."
This poem shows his longing for rest after his sad experience; he is tired of everything but sleep.
In "Hesperia" he again refers to his troubles:
"As the cross that a wild nun clasps till the edge of it bruises her bosom,