Have all our passions?

Have all our passions certain proper vents,

And sorrow none that is her own,

But she must borrow others' complements

To make her inward feelings known?

Are joy's delights and death's compassion shown

With one like face and one lamenting part?

Then only thou, poor heart,

That know'st more reason why,

Pine, fret, consume, swell, burst and die.