If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that thy… — Thomas Hardy

Yet saw he something in the lives

Of those who'd ceased to live

That rounded them with majesty

Which living failed to give.

For incensed love breathes quick and dies,

When famished love a-lingering lies.

You may prate of your prowess in lusty times,

But as years gnaw inward you blink your bays,

And see too well your crimes!