Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love, br Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother: br Present the image of the cares I prove; br Witness your Father's grief exceeds all other. br Sigh out a story of her cruel deeds, br With interrupted accents of despair: br A monument that whosoever reads br May justly praise, and blame my loveless Fair. br Say her disdain hath dried up my blood, br And starved you, in succours still denying; br Press to her eyes, importune me some good; br Waken her sleeping pity with your crying. br Knock at that hard heart, beg till you have mov'd her, br And tell th'unkind how dearly I have lov'd her.