Who Should Shoulder the Palaquain

when must i grieve,when is it right,is it when the zephrs swindle the tiny sod,and the fleece of penury cloth the day-light hours o money that travels and flees and appears only at order of the earthly powers aught not the draper of sack burnt away,upon the crown of thorns that blister calvary clouds black dark,like me,isn't what to be worn gold on each and every skinny body for the sake of christs garment torn so,in that carraige must sit a beggar,now rich,in the lord and that pacy heartthrob,and heart beat now coolen,like a kings,or land lord that mounts,on a very high seat of fortune,in our lord