Instead of deference and respect that once was mine from high and low, 'twas laugh and jibe and pointing finger.

And, too," (his voice grew shrill and querulous) "I saw young lovers straying in the lanes together.

How can I endure that sight day after day when my arms must remain for ever empty?
And little children prattled by their father's side no matter where I turned.

I, who shall never know a little son's caress felt like a starving man who looks on bread and may not eat.

Far better that I crawl away from haunts of men where I need never be tormented by such contrasts." The Jester looked down on Aldebaran's wan face.