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-74-but-be-contented-when-that-fell-arrest-2/
