Thomas Middleton

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

The less of this cold world the more of heaven.

The less of this cold world the more of heaven.

Let no man seek
Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall
Him or his children.

Let no man seek
Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall
Him or his children.

How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, read more

How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine
Myriads, though bright.