Pity and grief; wilt thou her woes reveal?”—
They are not lasting, Richard; they are woes 100
Chastised and meek! she sings them to repose;
If not, she reasons; if they still remain,
She finds resource, that none shall find in vain.
“Whether disease first grew upon regret,
Or nature gave it, is uncertain yet,
And must remain; the frame was slightly made,
That grief assail’d, and all is now decay’d!
“But though so willing from the world to part,