Magic Shadow-Show

But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the Universe let be
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.

For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in–Yes–
Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou shalt be–Nothing– Thou shalt not be less.



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Writer(s): Afsoon Elmy, Alan John Boorman
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