The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.

With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge In Marriage.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.