When sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day,
⁠And when for ever all things earthly die,
⁠We must a full and true account supply
Of ev'ry useless word we dropped in play.

But what effect will all the words convey
⁠Wherein with eager zeal and lovingly,
⁠That I might win thy favour, laboured I,
If on thine ear alone they die away?

Therefore, sweet love, thy conscience bear in mind,
⁠Remember well how long thou hast delayed,
⁠⁠So that the world such sufferings may not know.
If I must reckon, and excuses find
⁠For all things useless I to thee have said,
⁠⁠To a full year the Judgment Day will grow.