If there be anyone whom love hath wounded,
      And of the hurt is near his death. 
   If there be any one in grief confounded,
      And still with sighs doth fetch his breath. 
Such is my case, let him come sit with me and mourn,
Whom grief doth gripe and Cupid blind doth overturn.

   If there be any one which hath been racked,
      And joint from joint is all to torn, 
   If there be any one these pangs have smacked, 
      And in his heart with love doth burn, 
Such is my case, come let him sit with me and mourn,
For I am rack’d and scorch’d with love, and left forlorn. 

   If there be anyone in ship oppressed, 
      At pinch of wreck to drownèd be:
   If there be any one with waves betossed,
      Or blinded that he cannot see,
Such is my case, let him come sit with me and mourn,
Whom shipwreck spoils and eyes put out, as lovers’ scorn.

   If there be anyone that fraud hath perplex’d, 
      Or burst his heart at loves command, 
   If there be anyone, whom all griefs have vex’d, 
      Or in hell’s pains do daily stand, 
Such is my case, let him come sit with me and mourn, 
That feels hell’s pain and lover’s grief with love’s greater scorn.