'Minishing, failing night and day,
Cries with a loud and bitter cry,
'Ev'rything passes, passes away.'
Who has lived as long as he chose?
Who so confident as to defy
Time, the fellest of mortals' foes?
Joints in his armour who can spy?
Where's the foot will nor flinch nor fly?
Where's the heart that aspires the fray?