Of boons for thy loved one? Much rather bid speed
Our function, let live whom thou hatest indeed!
Persuade thee, bright boy-thing! Our eld be instructive!
Apol. And certes youth owns the experience of age.
Ye hold then, grave seniors, my beams are productive
—They solely—of good that 's mere semblance, engage
Man's eye—gilding evil, Man's true heritage?
The Fates. So, even so! From without,—at due distance
If viewed,—set a-sparkle, reflecting thy rays,—