To a Corpse In death reposest thou, and I in death repose.  Thou slain by an arrow, I am poisoned by desire.  While thou art full of blood, my cheek has lost its rose.  Bright candles by thy side, in me a secret fire.    In a shroud of mourning liest thou among the woes,  My senses in a horrid darkness trapped expire.  Thy hands are bound, my freedom’s gone; eternal throes  Of death have chained my mind upon a funeral pyre.    Thou speakest not, I cannot cease to moan all day.  Thy senses gone, I suffer from a dreadful pain.  Thou cold as ice, my entrails burn with flames insane.    Thy body soon will turn and into ash decay,  But I, a goad of my eternal blaze of lust,  Cannot disintegrate and simply turn to dust.    [...]

Ur. 24 czerwca 1621 r. w Wi