ail

Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;

All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:

Not a child? alack the year!

What should ail an undefiled

Heart, that he would fain appear

ple at large for their exercise; the state remaining, in the

meantime, exposed to ail the dangers of invasions from

without. and convulsions within.

Spring will not ail nor autumn falter;

Nothing will know that you are gone,

Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes

My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,

And will be born again,--but ah, to see

Of It owne kinde, all foyzen, ail abundance

My legs refused to walk away,

And when she looked "what could I ail?"

My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And aye she sighs wi’ care and pain;

Yet wist na what her ail might be,

Or what wad make her weel again.