We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint when most I play the devil

There's a great spirit gone!

Get gone, you dwarf!

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief