"Yes, but something is always happening," she continued in lament.
This is the unfortunate story that gave rise to my printed poem, "The Lament."
Do not lament my fate; I will always be happy while I know you are so.
He would creep in secret to the temple of the god, and lament because he had lost the princess.
Alas, though I myself should be buried in the ruin, why should ...