We cry e'en as thy footsteps downward tend:
"The king is dead! long live the king!"
THEOLOGY
There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
There is a hell, I 'm quite as sure; for pray,
If there were not, where would my neighbours go?
RESIGNATION
Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse;
But now I am as grain within the mill.