text: Go wailing verse, the infants of my love,
  Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother:
  Present the image of the cares I prove,
  Witness your Fathers grief exceeds all other.
  Sigh out a story of her cruel deeds,
  With interrupted accents of despair:
  A monument that whosoever reads,
  May justly praise, and blame my loveless Fair.
  Say her disdain hath dried up my blood,
  And starved you, in succours still denying:
  Press to her eyes, importune me some good;
  Waken her sleeping pity with your crying.
  Knock at that hard heart, beg till you have moved her;
  And tell thunkind, how dearly I have loved her.