On the Death of Antony
Noblest of men, woo't die?
Hast thou no care of me?
O see, my women
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
O withered is the garland of the war:
The soldier's pole is fallen: young boys and girls
Are level now with men
The odds is gone:
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon
I dream't there was an Emperor Antony
O such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man!
His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm crested the world
His delights were dolphin like, they showed his back
Above the element they lived in
Think you there was, or might be, such a man
As this I dreamed of?
Gentle madam, no!
You lie, up to the hearing of the gods
But if there be, or ever were one such
It's past the size of dreaming
Hast thou no care of me?
O see, my women
The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
O withered is the garland of the war:
The soldier's pole is fallen: young boys and girls
Are level now with men
The odds is gone:
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon
I dream't there was an Emperor Antony
O such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man!
His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm crested the world
His delights were dolphin like, they showed his back
Above the element they lived in
Think you there was, or might be, such a man
As this I dreamed of?
Gentle madam, no!
You lie, up to the hearing of the gods
But if there be, or ever were one such
It's past the size of dreaming