⟨EDGAR When we our betters see bearing our woes, 111 We scarcely think our miseries our foes. 112 Who alone suffers suffers most i’ th’ mind, 113 Leaving free things and happy shows behind. 114 But then the mind much sufferance doth o’erskip 115 When grief hath mates and bearing fellowship. 116 How light and portable my pain seems now 117 When that which makes me bend makes the King 118 bow! 119
