My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.