"He for his sore an evil salve had found, And, where he should retire, encreased his woes;
Who, with the mention of his wife, that wound Inflamed and opened, which he sought to close.
He rests not night nor day, in sorrow drowned;
His appetite is gone, with his repose, Ne'er to return; and (whilom of such fame)
His lovely visage seems no more the same.
