Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.

My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.