79 rough That threw her in the sea.-Make a fire within: Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.- [Exit a Servant. Death may usurp on nature many hours, And yet the fire of life kindle again The o'erpress'd spirits. I've read of an Egyptian That had nine hours lien dead, Your strokes of fortune, Though they have hurt you mortally, yet glance Full woundingly on us. 4 Take from my heart all thankfulness, receive my most hearty thanks. |