No, nor these toys of sense - this world, these men -, these people -, Dear now when had because dear when lost then...

To-morrow shall be yesterday
Lest life forget what it is ever.
I shall myself cast this way
That I am now, and myself sever
From what of me weeps by this dance.

What are we ?
Monsters or mankind ?
Let us hope for the best?
But for the worst prepared ?