The Life You Save May Be Your Own Lyrics

"O that this too too sullied flesh would melt
Thaw, and resolved itself into a sew
Or that the everlasting had not fixed
His canon ‘gainst self slaughter
Dead, God,
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie or ‘t, all fie, 'tis an unneeded garden
That grows to seed

My own mind