Regret with streaming eyes doth seem alway
A maiden widowed on her wedding day.
While dark Remorse, with eyes too sad for tears,
A crushed, desponding Magdalene appears.
One, with a hungering heart unsatisfied,
Mourns for imagined joys that were denied.
The other, pierced by recollected sin,
Broods o’er the scars of pleasures that have been.