I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
Ben Jonson, William (Schriftsteller) Gifford (1816). “The Works: In 9 Volumes. ... containing Masques, &c. Epigrams. Underwoods”, p.289
