They have their exits and their entrances, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the Jealous in honor, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation, Man a Player Time's Guest Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly Turning again toward childish treble, pipes FOR OR Time is like a fashionable host And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer; welcome ever smiles, TH Troilus and Cressida. Act III, Sc. 3. HIS is the state of man: to-day he puts The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blos soms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, Fo TIME OR never-resting time leads summer on there, Sap check'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness everywhere. From to Winter A Traitorous Guide Sonnet V. |