WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to? br Who would pity me that heard my sorrows? br Ah, the lip that erst so many raptures br Used to taste, and used to give responsive, br Now is cloven, and it pains me sorely; br And it is not thus severely wounded br By my mistress having caught me fiercely, br And then gently bitten me, intending br To secure her friend more firmly to her: br No, my tender lip is crack'd thus, only br By the winds, o'er rime and frost proceeding, br Pointed, sharp, unloving, having met me. br Now the noble grape's bright juice commingled br With the bee's sweet juice, upon the fire br Of my hearth, shall ease me of my torment.