I fear (alas) it is too good for me.
Since you first left this sad forsaken Place,
I ’ve not enjoy’d a Moment’s Health or Ease:
The Accent of your Name my Cares abate,
Which I a thousand times a Day repeat.
{Within our Convent some there are who know
{From whence the Source of all my Sorrows flow,
{Who strive to Ease me and Discourse of you.
I ’m constant to my Chamber, which is dear
To me, because you ’ve been so often there: