Each day I'm plagued by three doles, These gargantuan weights on my soul: First, that I must somehow EXIT this fen. Second, because I cannot know WHEN. And yet it's the third that torments me so, Having no way to know where the HELL I will go! ('Ech day me cometh tydinges thre' loose translation by Michael R. Burch; keywords: doles, dolor, tidings, sorrow, pain, depression, lament)