Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

A Devil, A Born Devil On Whose Nature, Nurture Can Never Stick, On Whom My Pain, Humanly Taken, All Lost, Quite Lost.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.