Chill detraction stirs no sigh;
Fear of death has even bygone us: death gave all that we
W. D.Ye mid burn the old bass-viol that set I such value
Squire.You may hold the manse in
You may wed my spouse, may let my childrens memory
of me die.
Lady.You may have my rich brocades, my laces; take each
Ransack coffer, desk, bureau;
the few poor treasures hid there, con the letters kept by me.
Far.Ye mid zell my favourite heifer, ye mid let the
Foul the grinterns, give up thrift.
ye break my best blue china, children, I shant
care or ho.
All.Weve no wish to hear the tidings, how the peoples
What your daily doings are;
are wedded, born, divided; if your lives beat slow or swift.
Curious not the least are we if our intents you make or
If you quire to our old tune,
If the City stage
still passes, if the weirs still roar afar.
Thus, with very gods composure, freed those crosses
late and soon
Which, in life, the Trine allow
none witteth), and ignoring all that haps beneath the moon,
William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at
Roberts kin, and Johns, and Neds,
the Squire, and Lady Susan, murmur mildly to me
ONLY a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
asleep as they stalk.
Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the
Though Dynasties pass.
Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by:
Wars annals will cloud into night