Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;

And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown,

An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,

The chiding autumn, angry winter, change

Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,

By their increase, now knows not which is which:

And this same progeny of evils comes,

From our debate, from our dissention;

We are their parents and original."[337b:B]