He wants the heart that shares in his distress—
At least, the kindness that would make it less;
And when, instead, he hears th’ eternal grief
For some light want, and not for his relief—
And when he hears the tender trembler sigh 160
For some indulgence he cannot supply—
When, in the midst of many a care, his “dear”
Would like a duchess at a ball appear,
And, while he feels a weight that wears him down,
Would see the prettiest sight in all the town—