By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

Tears such as angels weep.

Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

Temper justice with mercy.