This also, He that lent thee for my uses in mortality,
Shall well fulfil with boundless praise on that returning day:
Behold, thou shalt be glorified: thou, mine abject friend,
And should I meanly scorn thy state, until it rise to greatness?
Far be it, O my soul, from thine expectant essence,
To be heedless, if indignity or folly desecrate those thine ashes:
Keep them safe with careful love; and let the mound be holy;
And, thou that passest by, revere the waiting dead.
Naples sitteth by the sea, key-stone of an arch of azure,