To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares;

To eat thy heart with comfortless despairs;

To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run,

To spend, to give, to want, to be undone.”

“Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What Hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights, in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy Prince’s grace, yet want her Peer’s, To have thy asking, yet wait many years; To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares; To eat thy heart with comfortless despairs; To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run, To spend, to give, to want, to be undone.”