for our meditation, a text from Will…

Thus the mortal Jacques:

And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it, with lack-lustre eye,
Says, very wisely, ‘It is ten o’clock.’
‘Thus we may see,’ quoth he, ‘how the world wags:
‘Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more ’twill be eleven,
And so from hour to hour we ripe, and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot, and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale.’  When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like Chanticleer
That fools should be so deep contemplative;
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by this dial.  O noble fool!
A worthy fool:  motley’s the only wear! – As You Like It, II.7

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