星期三, 三月 14, 2007

Frailty

Is this, alas! our boasted mortal state?
Is it for this, we covet to be great?
What Happiness from envied Grandeur springs,
When these poor Reliques once were mighty kings?
O frail uncertainty of human Power,
While Graves can Majesty itself devour!

Aaron Hill

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