II. Lament for a Sparrow

Sparrow, my girl's favorite, with which she plays, that which possesses her lap, that which she gives her first finger and she is accustomed to provoke sharp bites, when it is pleasing to my shining beloved to make a joke and relief to her grief it pleases me. I believe, so that her heavy passion may become quiet:Only if I was able to play with you yourself, and free you from your sad thoughts.