Untuneful is laughter and mirth;
Hide him, then, under the earth.
⁠Well it were to be dead.

Here comes one weeping so hard:
⁠Woeful 'tis to weep.
Tears on the cheek of youth.
Where smiles should be in truth;
Tears in the eyes of love.
Angels should weep above,
When the young are sad below.
Better were death than woe;
⁠Hard it is to weep.