Neglect.

Beauty's no other but a lovely grace
Of lively colours flowing from the face.

Evil no nature hath; the loss of good
Is that which gives to sin a livelihood.

Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.

That prince must govern with a gentle hand
Who will have love comply with his command.

They leave us so to the way we took,
As two in whom them were proved mistaken,
That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,
With mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look,
And try if we cannot feel forsaken.

Tears quickly dry, griefs will in time decay:
A clear will come after a cloudy day.