Be Patient, For The World Is Broad

Examine Well Your Blood.

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.