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NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE SUFFERER by VINCENT BOURNE

First Line: THE LOVER, IN MELODIOUS VERSES
Last Line: NOR THOU ALONE HAST LOST THY WITS.
Subject(s): GRIEF; SORROW; SADNESS;
THE lover, in melodious verses,
His singular distress rehearses,
Still closing with a rueful cry,
"Was ever such a wretch as I?"
Yes! thousands have endured before
All thy distress; some, haply more.
Unnumbered Corydons complain,
And Strephons, of the like disdain:
And if thy Chloe be of steel,
Too deaf to hear, too hard to feel;
Not her alone that censure fits,
Nor thou alone hast lost thy wits.



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