"O thou who hast broken mine honour's urn,
Thou stone of offence wheresoever I turn,
I should smite--for thy falsehood has ruined my rest--
With the stone thou art made of, the heart in my breast.
The way of misfortune too surely I trod
When I bowed down before thee and made thee my god;
When I looked up to thee with wet eyes in my woe,
I renounced all the bliss which both worlds can bestow.
From thy stony dominion my soul will I free,
And thus shatter the gem of thy power and thee."