aidance

See how the blood is settled in his face .
Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost ,
Of ashy semblance , meager , pale , and bloodless ,
Being all descended to the laboring heart ,
Who , in the conflict that it holds with death ,
Attracts the same for aidance ’gainst the enemy ,
Which with the heart there cools and ne’er
returneth
To blush and beautify the cheek again .
But see , his face is black and full of blood ;
His eyeballs further out than when he lived ,
Staring full ghastly , like a strangled man ;
His hair upreared , his nostrils stretched with
struggling ;
His hands abroad displayed , as one that grasped
And tugged for life and was by strength subdued .
Look , on the sheets his hair , you see , is sticking ;
His well-proportioned beard made rough and
rugged ,
Like to the summer’s corn by tempest lodged .
It cannot be but he was murdered here .
The least of all these signs were probable .