Thursday, November 14, 2019
Exit
Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864), "Antony and Octavius," Scene 10, lines 39-51, in his Poems, Dialogues in Verse, and Epigrams, Vol. I: Dramatic Scenes (London: J.M. Dent & Co., 1902), p. 360:
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We can not always swagger, always act
A character the wise will never learn: 40
When Night goes down, and the young Day resumes
His pointed shafts, and chill air breathes around,
Then we put on our own habiliments
And leave the dusty stage we proudly trod.
I have been sitting longer at life's feast 45
Than does me good; I will arise and go.
Philosophy would flatten her thin palm
Outspread upon my sleeve; away with her!
Cuff off, cuff out, that chattering toothless jade:
The brain she puzzles, and she blunts the sword: 50
Even she knows better words than that word live.
