Practice Typing

I do not think there walks on earth this day Man so remorseless, that he hath not yearnd With pity at the sight that next I saw. Mine eyes a load of sorrow teemed, when now I stood so near them, that their semblances Came clearly to my view. Of sackcloth vile Their covring seemd; and on his shoulder one Did stay another, leaning, and all leand Against the cliff.