Lo, here, the hopeless merchant of this loss, (1661)
With head declined, and voice damm'd up with woe, (1662)
With sad set eyes, and wretched arms across, (1663)
From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow (1664)
The grief away that stops his answer so:
But, wretched as he is, he strives in vain; (1666)
What he breathes out his breath drinks up again.