Quote by Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke
Now rime, the son of rage, which art no kin to skill, And endless grief, which deads my life, yet knows not how to kill, Go seek that hapless tomb, which if ye hap to find, Salute the stones that keep the bones that held so good a mind.
Summary
The quote reflects the speaker's deep despair and agony, conveyed through powerful personifications. "Rime," or frost, personifies a negative emotion, conveying a sense of rage that lacks any connection to skill or mastery. "Endless grief," although causing immense pain, fails to bring death. The speaker, longing for release, instructs these elements to find the tomb of a person who possessed a brilliant mind and pay homage to the remnants that once housed such greatness. The quote expresses a profound sadness and a desire for an end to suffering.