Most fitted for the use of common minds,
The natural death; but doubtless there are some
Who struggle hard when they perceive it come;
Loth to be loved no longer, loth to prove
To the once dear that they no longer love; 100
And some with not successless arts will strive
To keep the weak’ning, fluttering flame alive.
“But see my verse; in this I try to paint
The passion failing, fading to complaint;
The gathering grief for joys remember’d yet;