To other grief. Fate bids me weep

O'er other ruins. What lament180

Shall I make first? What greatest ill

Shall I bewail? All equally

I'll weep. Ah me, that mother earth

Hath not more bosoms given me,

That worthily they might resound

Unto my grief. But, O ye gods,

Transform me to a weeping rock

On Sipylus; or set me where,185