O, come to me!——

—— Father cardinal, I have heard you say,

That we shall see and know our friends in heaven:

If that be true I shall see my boy again;

For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child,

To him that did but yesterday suspire,

There was not such a gracious creature born.

But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,

And chase the native beauty from his cheek,

And he will look as hollow as a ghost;