At the first blast it vanishes in air.
Not so, celestial: would’st thou know, Lorenzo! 350
How differ worldly wisdom, and divine?
Just as the waning and the waxing moon.
More empty worldly wisdom every day;
And every day more fair her rival shines.
When later, there’s less time to play the fool.
Soon our whole term for wisdom is expired
(Thou know’st she calls no council in the grave):
And everlasting fool is writ in fire, 358