Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, Sonnet, cx. Humility and Contrition in Wiew of Death. Since repentance is a duty of so great and giant-like bulk, let no man crowd it up into so narrow room as that it is strangled in its birth for want of time, and air to breathe in. longer mourn for me when I JEREMY TAYLOR. am dead Give warning to the world that I am fled The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot O, if, Lest the wise world should look into your moan O, lest the world should task you to recite For you in me can nothing worthy prove; For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. Sonnets, lxxi., lxxii., lxxiii. Last Words. There is nothing in history which is so improving to the reader as those accounts which we must write of the deaths of eminent persons, and of their behaviour in that dreadful season. JOSEPH ADDISON, Spectator, No. 289. O, BUT they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose; As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past: life's counsel would not hear, King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1, l. 5. My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. |