Thrice he assay’d, and thrice, in spite of scorn, — John Milton Next Care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of da “ Thrice he assay’d, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Pain and Despair Sadness and Melancholy Share Share Report an error Comments (0) Log in to post a comment. No comments yet. Be the first to comment.