Strained and drained
Of strength for the journey
That ails and pales and
Makes youth age.
O make me tough
I pray you gods
To harden me with pain,
Deaden my senses
With teary pathos
Make me feel the stab
And jot of more distress;
If tears be my drink
Each and every night
I shall be impervious
To the company
Of melancholy.
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