Though  ruin  knock  not  at  the  palace  gate.
Yet  will  the  palace  gate  unfol4  itself

To  ruin's  feltnshod  tread.
Your  gorgeous  banquets,  your  hich  feasts  of  gold.
Which  the  four  quarters  of  the  nfled  world

Heap  with  their  ravished  luxuries ;  your  pomps,

Your  palaces,  and  all  the  sumptuousneas

Of  painted  royalty,  will  melt  away,

As  in  a  theatre  the  glittering  scene

Doth  vaiii«h  with  the  shifter's  magic  hand,

And  the  mock  pageant  perishes.     My  liege,

A  single  \'irtuou8  action  hath  more  worth

Than  all  the  pyramids ;  and  glory  writes

A  more  enduring  epitaph  upon

One  generous  deed,  thim  the  sarcophagus

In  which  Sesostris  meant  to  sleep.
82.     ADDRESS  TO  THE  S^^ISS.  — Adaptation  from  SckUIerU  play  of  WiO^m  TtA

Confederates,  listen  to  the  words  which  God
Inspires  my  heart  withal.     Here  we  are  met
To  represent  the  general  weal.     In  us
Are  all  the  People  of  the  land  convened.
Then  let  us  hold  the  Diet,  as  of  old.
And  as  we  're  wont  in  peaceful  times  to  do.
The  time's  necessity  be  our  excuse,
If  there  l)e  aught  informal  in  this  meeting.
Still,  wheresoe'er  men  strike  for  justice,  there
Is  God ;  and  now  beneath  His  Heaven  we  standi
The  Nations  round  us  bear  a  foreign  yoke ;
For  they  have  yielded  to  the  conqueror.
Nay,  e'en  within  our  frontiers  may  be  found
Some  that  owe  villein  service  to  a  lord,  —


BHJSrOSIGAL  AND  DKAMATIO. — BHIEL.  509

A  noe  of  bonded  serfs  from  sire  to  sou.
But  we,  the  genuine  race  of  ancient  Swiss,

Have  kept  our  freedom,  from  the  first,  till  now.
Never  to  prinoes  have  we  bowed  the  knee.
