But here we dally with fate, and in this
Stern Destiny mocks and controls our wish;
Informing us, if fathers should remain
50For ever here, children were born in vain;
And we in vain were Christians, should we
In this world dream of perpetuity.
Decay is Nature's Kalendar; nor can
It hurt the King to think he is a man;
Nor grieve, but comfort him, to hear us say
That his own children must his sceptre sway.