The lover, in melodious verses, <br />His singular distress rehearses; <br />Still closing with a rueful cry, <br />'Was ever such a wretch as I!' <br />Yes! thousands have endured before <br />All thy distress; some, haply, more. <br />Unnumber’d Corydons complain, <br />And Strephons, of the like disdain; <br />And if thy Chloe be of steel, <br />Too deaf to hear, too hard to feel; <br />Not her alone that censure fits, <br />Nor thou alone hast lost thy wits.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-sorrow-peculiar-to-the-sufferer-2/
