‘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 there by hangs a tale.’
他说,这样我们就可以看到世界是如何变化的。才过了一个小时,已经九点了,再过一个小时就十一点了。因此,我们每时每刻都在成熟,然后每时每刻都在腐烂;那里挂着一个故事。”
