EDGAR When we our betters see bearing our woes105, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers, suffers most i’th’mind107, Leaving free things and happy shows108 behind, But then the mind much sufferance doth o’erskip109, When grief hath mates, and bearing110 fellowship: How light and portable111 my pain seems now, When that which makes me bend, makes the king bow112: He childed as I fathered113. Tom away! Mark the high noises and thyself bewray114 When false opinion, whose wrong thoughts defile thee, In thy just proof116 repeals and reconciles thee. What will hap more
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