That would not lend my days one hour of mirth?
How oft’ have these bare knees been bent to gain
The slender alms of one poor smile in vain?
How often, tir’d with the fastidious light,
Have my faint lips implor’d the shades of night?
How often have my nightly torments pray’d
For ling’ring twilight, glutted with the shade?
Day worse than night, night worse than day appears,
In sighs I spend my nights, my days in tears:
I moan unpity’d, groan without relief,