This bronze doth keep the very form and mould
Of our great martyr’s face. Yes, this is he:
That brow all wisdom, all benignity;
That human, humorous mouth; those cheeks that hold
Like some harsh landscape all the summer’s gold;
That spirit fit for sorrow,...

This bronze doth keep the very form and mould
  Of our great martyr’s face. Yes, this is he:
  That brow all wisdom, all benignity;
  That human, humorous mouth; those cheeks that hold
Like some harsh landscape all the summer’s gold;
  That spirit fit for...