Without the comforts thou art wont to give?
How will the heavy hours my mind afflict—
No one t’ agree, no one to contradict; 240
None to awake, excite me, or prevent;
To hear a tale, or hold an argument;
To help my worship in a case of doubt,
And bring me in my blunders fairly out.
“Who now by manners lively or serene
Comes between me and sorrow like a screen,
And giving, what I look’d not to have found,