Lament of the Eminent One.
Henry Irving
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is mistaken man: to night he puts forth
The jingling Bells; then Charles; then the mad Dane,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him:
Then comes a sudden frost, a fearful frost;
And,—when he thinks, good easy man full surely
His eminence is admitted—stops his flight