one long, expensive tombstone

Responding to John's post, I thought I'd put this up. It would make a beautiful, but dang long epitaph. Maybe I'd have to buy one of those Civil War-era pillars to bear the inscription. __________ When I consider how my light is spent E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labor, light denied, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, his state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and wait. --John Milton (d. 1674)