Is it not lonely on the serene height,
My lord?
Aris. The gods are sometimes there. [Exit Ocrastes]
The gods?
Vain words on vainer tongue. O, man, man, man!
Weak child of limit and unwinged desire,
Coping with deity in daring bout,
And drowned at last within a woman's tear!
... Hyperion fixed in calm. Ay, true it is
That in the heaven of my sphering mind