Ten Thousand different Thoughts distract my Mind,
My rigid Fate can’t be by words defin’d;
To Death I love, yet cannot wish that you
Should share the Miseries I undergo.
To loath, t’ have all things odious in your sight,
Receive no Ease by Day, no Rest by Night:
Your Soul o’erloaded with continual Cares,
Your Eyes still flowing with a flood of Tears;
Did you but suffer this my grief for you,
’Twou’d quickly finish what my own can’t do.