Answ. No, no, I have a furier[181] face.
Quest. Art thou in City, Towne or Court?
Answ. I to every place resort.
Quest. O why into the world is sorrow sent?
Answ. Men afflicted best repent.
Quest. What dost thou feed on?
Answ. Broken sleepe.
Quest. What tak'st thou pleasure in?
Answ. To weepe,
To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groane,
To wring my hands, to sit alone.
Quest. Oh when, oh when shall sorrow quiet have?