His life a flash, his memory a dream,
Oblivious down he drops in Lethe's stream.
Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme,
Who shall presume to prophesy their date,
Where nought is certain, save the uncertainty of fate?
V.
This goodly pile, upheaved by Wyatt's toil,
Perchance than Holland's edifice[11] more fleet,
Again red Lemnos' artisan may spoil;