But be contented: when that fell arrest <br /> Without all bail shall carry me away, <br /> My life hath in this line some interest, <br /> Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. <br /> When thou reviewest this, thou dost review <br /> The very part was consecrate to thee: <br /> The earth can have but earth, which is his due; <br /> My spirit is thine, the better part of me: <br /> So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, <br /> The prey of worms, my body being dead, <br /> The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, <br /> Too base of thee to be remembered. <br /> The worth of that is that which it contains, <br /> And that is this, and this with thee remains.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxiv/
