But be contented: when that fell
arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall
stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost
review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is
his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of
me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of
life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it
contains,
And that is this, and this with thee
remains.
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