Her gifts, that hourly perish and grow old,
Of thy serene and radiant face remould
A gentle heavenly form, and Love assign
The task to store a heart more mild than thine
With mercies sweet and charities untold.
My sighs let him preserve, from every place
My fallen wasted tears unite again,
And on the friend of this new fair bestow.
Thus may befall, that he who sues for grace
Compassion shall awaken by my pain,