Tis Ever Common That Men

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?