And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart. |
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love. |
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys. |
Such and so various are the tastes of men. |
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise. |
This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth now, will ever, that experience yield which his own genius only could acquire. |