When  had blown among the  swains,
The  that ever reacht their Plains,
Like Thunder in my ears the sound did break;
The  which I dare not speak.
Less was I toucht with that
That peirc'd through mine to reach my  Heart,
From off my Head the  I tore,
That I, to please the fond  wore;
And quite  with Grief upon the ground,
with mournful  Crown'd;
My trembling Hand sustain'd my drooping Head,
And at my feet my  and  were laid;
'Twas in a  where o're and o're
I'de mourn'd my Lov'd Companions loss before;
But now I vainly strove my Thoughts t'expose,
In  kind, and sensible as those
For, ah! the  that fill'd my Breast,
Were much to vast and black to be exprest