Making a rush at what they fancied first: and this,
So Plato said, explained man’s discontent on earth,
His misery being his fault. All wh, be it fable or no,
Clinia, has this much truth; that you may see the like
Without going down to the grave, nor any revelation
Of nature’s secrecies—but every day on earth, 1372
In men that wive. With them the stake is no less great;
Their carelessness in choice, their after-discontent
Match each in kind. Now I would play the interpreter
To you, as some celestial did to Er: I warn you,