O this gloomy world!
In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness
Doth womanish and fearful mankind live!...
We are only like dead walls or vaulted graves
That, ruined, yield no echo.
(Duchess of Malfi, V, v.)
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But look'ed to near, have neither heat nor light.
(Vittoria, page 36.)
[75]:
This busy trade of life appears most vain,
Since rest breeds rest, where all seek pain by pain.
(The White Devil, dernière scène.)
[76]:
VITTORIA.
To pass away the time, I'll tell your grace
A dream I had last night....