Like a too-timely spring: here age must find us,
And which is heaviest, Palamon, unmarried;
The sweet embraces of a loving wife
Loaden with kisses, arm’d with thousand Cupids,
Shall never clasp our necks! No issue know us,
No figures of ourselves shall we e’er see,
To glad our age, and like young eaglets teach ’em
Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say,
Remember what your fathers were, and conquer!
The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments,