Dear Sisters

when i die i pray you,

my dear sisters,

will tell your children

that their uncle

was such a vile man—

for if they thought

that he was a man

of virtue, of piety,

and of beauty,

they would weep

bitterly for his death

and think sourly,

hatefully of the world

and of God

who took him away.

but if they feel

that their uncle was low

and not of virtue at all,

they will think nothing

of his death;

they will think nothing

sour

of the world.