All ye whom Love or Fortune hath betrayed
All ye that dream of bliss, but live in grief
All ye whose hopes are ever more delay'd
All ye whose sighs or sickness wants relief:
Lend ears and tears to me, most hapless man
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan

Care that consumes the heart with inward pain
Pain that presents sad care in outward view
Both, tyrant-like, enforce me to complain
But still in vain: for none my plaints will ruе
Tears, sighs and ceaselеss cries alone I spend:
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end