I sigh, I lament me in vain The Chill wind Re-echo's my moan; Alas, what can equal my pain— When I think that for ever he's gone.
My Eyes, when they're raised above, View Birds as they wanton in Air Sweet Birds!—Ye are coupled by Love I weep & I sink in despair.
Tho' Affection be all turn'd to hate And that Hate be the Sum of my woes My fears will arrise for his Fate, I cannot divest me of those.
Base Man! know in Ages to come, Thy falsehood detested Shall be And when I am Cold in my tomb Some Heart still shall sorrow for me. (Bell Tolls.)
What Visions now crowd on my Sight! White Rob'd—with Eyes bent on the ground! Ah! me—'tis a Funeral Rite— I hear the deep Bell's solemn sound.
It tells me my Sorrows will close, On Care's softest pillow all lye The Grave will extinguish my woes Then Sarah—prepare thee to die!
(Exit.)
Servants attending—Enter Rake follow'd by Clown, who is ridiculously dress'd—Rake gives Orders to Servants and Exit—Clown follows a little way—then conceitedly returns & Sings to Servants.