We are two lions litter’d in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible.
No more in soldier fashion will he greet
With lifted hand the gazer in the street.
Before the starry threshold of Jove’s court
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes
Of bright aerial spirits lived inspher’d
In regions mild of calm and serene air.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,