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I make no haste to have my numbers read: Seldom comes glory till a man be dead.


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Wantons we are, and though our words be such, Our lives do differ from our lines by much.


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Reproach we may the living, not the dead: 'Tis cowardice to bite the buried.


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What will ye, my poor orphans, do When I must leave the world and you? Who'll give ye then a sheltering shed, Or credit ye when I am dead? Who'll let ye by their fire sit, Although ye have a stock of wit Already coin'd to pay for it? I cannot tell, unless there be Some race of old humanity Left, of the large heart and long hand, Alive, as noble Westmorland, Or gallant Newark, which brave two May fost'ring fathers be to you. If not, expect to be no less Ill us'd, than babes left fatherless. Westmorland, Newark, see Notes.