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What is the existence of man's life? / / It is a weary solitude / / Which doth short joys, long woes include; / / The world the stage, the prologue tears, / / The acts, vain hope and varied fears; / / The scene shuts up with loss of breath, / / And leaves no epilogue but death. / / HENRY KING.
"And it's come to this, is it?" exclaimed Solomon Grundy, who sat / enthroned like a monarch of good cheer among the beings of his own / creation in the buttery at Cecil Place -- "And it's come to this, is it? / and there's to be no feasting; a wedding-fast in lieu of a / wedding-feast! No banquet in the hall -- no merry-making in the kitchen! I / might have let that poor shrivelled preacher cut into the centre of my / pasty, and ravish the heart of my deer; stuffed, as it is, with tomatoes / and golden pippins! he might have taken the doves unto his bosom, and / carried the frosted antlers on his head; they would have been missed by / no one, save thee, Solomon Grundy. And those larded fowl! that look like / things of snow and not of flesh; even my wife praised them, and / said, -- 'Grundy,' said she -- 'Solomon, my spouse,' said she, 'you have / outdone yourself:' -- that _was_ praise. But what signifies praise to me / now?