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LXXIV.
But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all
bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line
some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee
shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost
review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The
earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit
is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast
but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my
body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's
knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The
worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is
this, and this with thee remains.
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