For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S TENNYSON. SOLILOQUY ON HIS FALL. FAREWELL, a long farewell, to all my greatness! Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! Never to hope again.— Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell And,-Prithee, lead me in: There, take an inventory of all I have; To the last penny, 'tis the king's: my robe, I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, SHAKSPERE'S HENRY VIII. THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED. TREAD Softly-bow the head In reverent silence bow- Is passing now. Stranger! however great, With lowly reverence bow ; There's one in that poor shed- Greater than thou. Beneath that beggar's roof, Lo! Death doth keep his state; Enter-no guards defend This palace-gate. SELECT READINGS. that hangs on princes' favours! want that sulle we would aspire to, - of pores, and their ruin, wars or women have ; As like Lucifer, kto skei a tear but thru hast fore'd me, 2 as I shall be, user missed bition : 4 bears that hi Castany, tis the king's: my robe, My wn. O Cromwell, Cromwell, allmerimy Ged with half the zeal ming. He would not in mine age me naked to mine enemies. SHAXSPERE'S HENRY VIII. TAURER'S DEATH BED. Totly-bow the head reverent silence bow assing-bell doth toll, Is passing now. er however great, at bear's roof, keep his state: tend Gend gate. |