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Pains I have known, that cannot be again,
And pleasures too that never can be more:
For loss of pleasure I was never sore,
But worse, far worse it is, to feel no pain.

The throes and agonies of a heart explain
Its very depth of want at inmost core;
Prove that it does believe, and would adore,
And doth with ill for ever strive and strain.

I not lament for happy childish years,
For loves departed, that have had their day,
Or hopes that faded when my head was grey;

For death hath left me last of my compeers:
But for the pain I felt, the gushing tears
I used to shed whed I had gone astray.