William Cowper (Óèëüÿì Êóïåð)

No Sorrow Peculiar To The Sufferer

The lover, in melodious verses,
His singular distress rehearses;
Still closing with a rueful cry,
'Was ever such a wretch as I!'
Yes! thousands have endured before
All thy distress; some, haply, more.
Unnumber’d Corydons complain,
And Strephons, of the like disdain;
And if thy Chloe be of steel,
Too deaf to hear, too hard to feel;
Not her alone that censure fits,
Nor thou alone hast lost thy wits. 

1. On Opening A Place For Social Prayer
2. To Sir Joshua Reynolds
3. Seeking The Beloved
4. Praise for Faith
5. Pleading For And With Youth

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