The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue (11-14)
And you thought that line 12 was enough of a downer? Oh, no. Friends, there is all sorts of suffering yet to come. Sighs! Rue! Notice how the quantities of each of these commodities are a bit fuzzy? How do you put a price tag on "plenty" of something? Or "endless" things? Pretty tricky, huh? We thought so, too.