Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade.

The Dramatic Works and Poems: Now First Colledted : in 6 Volumes. Honoria and mammon [u.a.] (ed. 1833)