Alas, how soon the hours are over, Counted us out to play the lover! And how much narrower is the stage, Allotted us to play the sage! But when we play the fool, how wide The theatre expands! beside, How long the audience sits before us! How many prompters! what a chorus! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON CONSIDER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ODE TO DUTY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ST. HELENA by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE FOREGOING CRITICISM, IN ENGLISH VERSE by JOHN BYROM CAESARIAN BIRTH by PAULINE SOROKA CHADWELL MASTER HANDS; TO DOCTOR ST. GEORGE FECHTIG by LAVINIA R. CLARK |