What win I if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?
In these lines from Shakespeare's "The Rape of Lucrece," the speaker reflects on the futility of fleeting pleasures and desires. They question the value of obtaining something that ultimately offers little more than a momentary thrill, only to pay a heavy price of prolonged sorrow or loss. The imagery evokes a sense that chasing after superficial joys is inherently disappointing.
The speaker further contemplates the absurdity of trading something as precious...