So farewell, to the little good you bear me. 350
Farewell? A long farewell to all my Greatness.
This is the state of Man; today he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him:
The third day, comes a frost; a killing frost, 355
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do. I have ventur’d
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders:
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