The rose is at her prime a little while; which once past, thou wilt find when thou seekest, no rose, but a thorn.
Translation of J.W. Mackail.
A LIFE'S WANDERING
Anonymous
Know ye the flowery fields of the Cappadocian nation? Thence I was born of good parents: since I left them I have wandered to the sunset and the dawn; my name was Glaphyrus, and like my mind. I lived out my sixtieth year in perfect freedom; I know both the favor of fortune and the bitterness of life.
Translation of J.W. Mackail.
FOOTNOTES
[A] The story of King Lear and his three daughters.