Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
 Your kinds heart now pines
 For whom the gods love dies young
 Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
 The sadness I present, smiles with tears
 Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
 And wars abhorred by mothers



 No man lives so poor as he was born
 We don't remember pure sensations
 Gaze peacefully into the past
 I am dust , and to dust I shall return
 Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
 Devour my sad whimperings
 The cutting whip is mine to feel
 No symphony in mind to colour my dreams



 Poena damni
 Sorrow everywhere
 Please pray for me
 When deep sleep falls on men
 Father hold me
 I am yours to bear
 Ad te



 In the play which he has written for the world
 Night is the mother of sleep
 Old age is a malady of which one dies
 Augury of a better age
 Sages as far as the beard
 Their wounds smelled so sweetly
 Temptation, the father of my lust
 Chalcedony shines like the new born



 Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
 Splendid was the innocentcs fall
 Laugh to scorn would our foe
 Amid wars laws are silent
 Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
 Falls the labrious memory of pain
 In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
 Death shall flee from me



 Misericordium et judicium
 Adhoest pavimento
 AD te levavi ocolus meos
 Verba mea auribus