Master Oliver

God help us if God is!--for this man, I deemed him More a glory of God made man for our helping Than a man that should die: all the deeds he did surely, Too great for a man's life, have undone the doer.

KING PHARAMOND (rousing himself)

Thou art waiting, my fosterer, till I tell of her singing And the words that she sang there: time was when I knew them; But too much of strife is about us this morning, And whiles I forget and whiles I remember. [Falls a-musing again.