There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. Blood was its Avatar and its seal-the redness and the horror of blood. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Is second childishness and mere oblivion Turning again toward childish treble, pipesĪnd whistles in his sound. His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wideįor his shrunk shank and his big manly voice, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Īnd so he plays his part. In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,Įven in the cannon’s mouth. Then a soldier,įull of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad At first the infant,Īnd then the whining school-boy, with his satchelĪnd shining morning face, creeping like snail They have their exits and their entrances Īnd one man in his time plays many parts, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowingĪnd all the men and women merely players
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