 | The honest ghost |  |
To all, or none.
Living on earth, I silenced my wrong;Now shut from earth, my griefs have found their tongue
Which to make good, behold my wronged Ghost
Having both friends and hope of freedom lost,
Re-visits earth, of purpose to reclaim
Such as doe live unto their Countries shame.
I aime at all, high and inferiour men,
Appearing now to these, and then to them;
Whose sight if it affright, know that it is
Their Guilt, and not my Ghost procureth this.
But see, some great men swell! Why, let them burst,
I sleight their fury, let them doe their worst:
On earth they did all that they could unto me,
Now I'me secure, they can no more undo me.
| The honest ghost | |