| These are the clouds about the fallen sun, |
| The majesty that shuts his burning eye: |
| The weak lay hand on what the strong has done, |
| Till that be tumbled that was lifted high |
| And discord follow upon unison, |
| And all things at one common level lie. |
| And therefore, friend, if your great race were run |
| And these things came, so much the more thereby |
| Have you made greatness your companion, |
| Although it be for children that you sigh: |
| These are the clouds about the fallen sun, |
| The majesty that shuts his burning eye. |