‘Time is short, life is short,’ they took up the tale:
‘Life is sweet, love is sweet; use to-day while you may;
Love is sweet and to-morrow may fail:
Love is sweet, use to-day.’”
The Prince turns out to be a sad laggard; but what else could he be when he had to traverse such lands as this?
“Off he set. The grass grew rare,
A blight lurked in the darkening air,
The very moss grew hueless and spare,
The last daisy stood all astunt;
Behind his back the soil lay bare,