I have seen it but not how its looks,
That mermen are betrayed by the sea;
If they sails into angler's nets and hooks,
Even leopards, giant elephants by dark tree;
It be something so morose than grave,
You turns your back, Speak of my misdeeds
Accuses with your flatteries and rave;
Let's shed tears but death for his greeds-
If so, with harps, horns or loudy spide;
Let no man sing of lamentation or sobbing,
Pray but gods weep me to a bed laid aside;
Over another fall of man only by sorrowing;
May I count it as pity for my hateful misery,
For your much griefs, tears is not necessary.