My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu read more

My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu me reste.]

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
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I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!

A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
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A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.

Tears are words the heart can't express

Tears are words the heart can't express

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth
My old sorrow wakes and cries.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth
My old sorrow wakes and cries.

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.