This world is all a fleeting show,

For man's illusion given;

The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,

Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,—

There's nothing true but Heaven.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): This World is all a fleeting Show.

And Mecca saddens at the long delay.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Summer. Line 979.

Implied

Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,

And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,—

Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,

And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 307.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries

To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,

He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,

Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 167.

The devil hath power

To assume a pleasing shape.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.