Were every eye a sea,
And grief would swell to prodigality;
30Th' irreparable loss, if duly weigh'd,
Would make posterity afraid,
For Ormond in his radiant course has done
What did amaze, what durst abide the sun,
And struck with terror all the envious lookers on:
Whether with ecstasy we think upon
His goodly person or his matchless mind,
Where shall the most inquisitive mortal find