Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe?

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

O! woe is me,To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: Revolving this will teach

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow, too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, Have written strange defeatures in my face.