we with wisest sorrow think on him
Together with remembrance of ourselves.
do not… seek for thy noble father in the dust…
… all that lives must die.
the everlasting had not fixed
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter!
the foul crimes done in my days
of nature Are burnt and purged away.
wether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer…
or to take arms against a sea of troubles.