Who Can Be Wise, Amazed, Temperate And

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

Kent. Where's The King? Gent. Contending With The Fretful Elements; Bids The Wind Blow The Earth Into The Sea, Or Swell The Curled Waters 'bove The Main, That Things Might Change Or Cease; Tears His White Hair, Which The Impetuous Blasts, With Eyeless Rage, Catch In Their Fury And Make Nothing Of; Strives In His Little World Of Man To Outscorn The To-and-fro-conflicting Wind And Rain. This Night, Wherein The Cub-drawn Bear Would Couch, The Lion And The Belly-pinched Wolf Keep Their Fur Dry, Unbonneted He Runs, And Bids What Will Take All.