 The Epistle paints a picture of a man (the watchmaker Fredman) at the end of his wits, disappointed in love, trying to forget his feelings in drink, and recalling how he "gave her gifts and gold".He compares himself to a bird snared in a trap "and I scarcely even have death as a friend".In the last verse he recalls her skin "and her eyes' burning games" he feels his heart "heavy as lead", but at last he curses her