Who is all Woe, can tune his misery
To discontents; but not to his relief.
O kiss her! kiss her! And yet do not do so!
They bring some joy, but with short joys, long woe!
Upon his knees, "O goddesses behold
A caitiff wretch bemoaning his mishap!
If ever pity were hired without gold,
Lament Daiphantus, once in Fortune's lap!
Lament Daiphantus, whose good deeds now slumber!
Lament a lover, whose woe no tongue can number!