Of my delirium the shame.
I weep not now thy rigours o’er,
Nor feel regret, that lost to me
Are the returns, which false before
Thou gavest, or favours faithlessly.
I weep o’er my delusions blind;
I mourn the sacrifices made,
And incense to a god unkind
On an unworthy altar laid.
I weep the memory o’er debased