{This restless state, and with Indiff’rence live.
So much I now am chang’d from what I was,
That all observe and wonder what ’s the Cause:
My Mother chides, and urges me to tell
What ’tis creates my Grief, and what I ail,
I hardly know what Answers I have made,
But I believe that I have all betray’d.
The most severe and hardest Hearts relent,
And are with Pity touch’d at my Complaint.
To cruel Thee alone I sigh in vain,