The Disconsolate My Heart Will Break, I'm Sure It Will: My Lover, Yes, My Favorite, He Who Seemed My Own Through Good And Ill, Has Basely Turned His Back On Me. The Comforter Ah! Silly Sorrower, Weep No More; Your Lover'S Turned His Back, We See; But You Had Turned His Head Before, And Now He's As He Ought To Be.