How beggarly his biggest hopes will show!
Riches command no further than below.
Verse 9.
When griefs like waves o'er one another roll
And overwhelm his quite-dejected soul,
When he lies groaning on a restless bed,
With a sad bleeding heart, and aching head
Brimfull of anguish and repeated pain,
10He weeps and frames his parch'd lips to complain,
Breathes up to heaven a very earnest prayer—