Be but a tearless socket turned upon me;
And Pity and Mercy all those kindly ministers
Fled from the universe where Henry stands,
Yea, Bamburg, had the mighty Lord of all
Such power of unrelenting as this Gregory,
The very fountains of nature would dry up,
The kindly elements refuse their office,
And morn and even, noon and cooling night
With blessed dews and sunlight, cease to be;
Till earth would stand one shrivelled chaos under