A spirit like that which a rushlight utters
As just at the last it kicks and gutters:
When the cruel smotherer is raised again
Only snuff, and but little of that, will remain.
But though uno avulso thus comes every day
Non deficit alter is also in play:
For the vacant parts are, one and all,
Soon taken by puppets just as small;
Who chirp, chirp, chirp, with a grasshopper's glee,
We're the lamps of the Universe, We! We! We!