Language as epitaph
We’ll make foul weather with despisèd tears:
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn
lAnd make a dearth in this revolting land.
lOr shall we play the wantons with our woes
And make some pretty match with shedding tears,
As thus to drop them still upon one place
lTill they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth, and therein laid? There lies
Two kinsmen digged their graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well? (III. 3. 161-70)