“ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.” WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. (“From Troilus and Cressida.”)

For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretched, as he would fly, Grasps—in the corner; welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin— That all, with one consent, praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and molded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o’er dusted.