With tears; and in the midst of speech

I groan aloud. No doubt 'tis true,

That grief, well trained in weeping, loves

To melt away in tears; and oft

The wretched feel a strong desire

To weep their fill. E'en so I long

To cry aloud my wretchedness,

To rend these gorgeous Tyrian robes,955

And shriek my misery to heaven.

My mind gives intimation dark