Poem by William Cowper

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. To The Rev. Mr. Newton
2. The Dog and the Water Lily
3. By Moschus
4. Abuse of the Gospel
5. Welcome to the Table

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