And never was there truer prophecy. Contrived, and many a cruel slander, In both ability and candor; Cabals were raised, and dark conspiracies, Said they. The king, astonished at his His ill-got riches asked to see: So much for his magnificence. Befell those manufacturers of lies: And script, mayhap with pebbles from the "O treasure sweet," said he, "that never drew The viper brood of envy's lies on you, I take you back, and leave this palace splendid, As some roused sleeper doth a dream that's ended. Forgive me, sire, this exclamation: hath been, Of mortal race, devoid of all ambition?” Translation of ELIZUR WRIGHT. Nor yet has ceased that sound his love revealing, Though in response a universe moves by; Throughout eternity its echo pealing, World after world awakes in glad reply. And wheresoever in his rich creation Sweet music breathes in wave or bird or soul, 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; And as good lost is seld or never found, As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh, SHAKESPEARE. ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE. And all the men and women merely players: infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Unwillingly to school; and then the lover, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the Of that great tune to which the planets Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, BEAUTY. Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, EAUTY is but a vain and doubtful Full of wise saws and modern instances, BEA good; A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; And so he plays his part; the sixth age. shifts |