Philip Ayres - The Complaint lyrics

Now angry Juno sends from Heaven in spite Rivers and Seas, instead of moderate showers Horror invests the world, and the bright Hours Of Delos' God, are chang'd to dismal Night. So crowds of anxious thoughts on ev'ry side Invade my soul, and through my restless eyes, I shed such streams of tears, my heart e'en tries d**h's pangs, whilst I by force in life abide. But the brisk gales, which rising by and by, Where Sol at night in Thetis' lap shall lie, Will make Heaven clear, and drive away the rain. Ah, Cynthia! That the blasts or sighs I vent, Could ease my breast of cloudy discontent, Which still with fresh a**aults renews my pain.