Xii

Adieu. See how they fight! So has it been Since the beginning, as if unaware The panorama’s but a shifting scene, And all its wonders only empty air. Hear me, my friends. Believe me that I bear No grudge against you, but would have you know, For your own good, the lust of gold’s a snare. The world’s no shop, but only a peepshow: What’s seen or handled you surrender when you go.