What needs complaints, br When she a place br Has with the race br Of saints? br In endless mirth, br She thinks not on br What's said or done br In earth: br She sees no tears, br Or any tone br Of thy deep groan br She hears; br Nor does she mind, br Or think on't now, br That ever thou br Wast kind:-- br But changed above, br She likes not there, br As she did here, br Thy love. br --Forbear, therefore, br And lull asleep br Thy woes, and weep br No more.