Now cracks a noble heart.
"___z’d love, the law's delay, The insole___"
"__voutly to be wish'd. To die, to sle__"
"__us consc_e_ce does ma__ cowa_ds"
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Soft you now!
"__uffled off this mort__ coi_"
"______s, puzzles"
"_____st _ _ea"
"ma_es calam_ty of so lo__ life"
Why does the drum come hither?