O world! Leave me!
Leave me with my mistress sick
Though she grew some pale and vile
Yet leave us both
For the journey has been set to some far far grounds.
And I as helsman should steer with her.
What if her being with me cascade
Agony, death and crisis.
Yet it would be a profound pleasure
To melt away in her sickness.
So even if this weary world speaks of my
Act as foolery; well then being called a fool is great.
Thus i've started my journey in this vast stretched never ending ocean.
With a mistress whose sickness rains upon me as love.
R