Or ever with me the maw of the sepulchre fed becometh, Or e'er in the dust each part of my frame forspread becometh, […]

The place needs a good dust-out.

You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass.

Let us bless him as we see acts of friends or foes to him and his children, proclamations and repudiations, orders and countermandings, motions of loyalty and rebellion, all providentially arranging themselves as so many onward steps […]