Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery :

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen

From general excrement; each thing's a thief;

The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.

SHAKESPEARE.

χρήσεσθ ̓ ἀτέχνῳ; καὶ τὰ συγκλέπτοντ ̓ ἐρῶ· κλοπεὺς ὁ Φοῖβος, ὅς γ ̓ ἅλ ̓ ἄσπετον πολὺς ἕλκων μαραίνει· ταὐτὸ δ ̓ οὐκ ὀφλισκάνει Φοίβου σελήνη χλωρὸν ἁρπάζουσα φῶς; κλέπτει δὲ πόντος ἁλμυρὸν μήνης δάκρυ τήκων ὑγρῷ κλύδωνι· τῷ δὲ ὁρῶσ ̓ ἴσον γῆ παντόφυρτον κλέμμα παγκοίνου σκατὸς κυεῖ ῥοφοῦσα· κοὐδὲν ἔσθ ̓ ὁποῖον οὐ κλέπτει· χαλινὸς αὐτίχ' οἱ νόμοι κλοπῆς

μάστιξ τ ̓ ἔχουσ ̓ ἄπειρον αὐθαδεῖς κλοπήν.

Tears, idle tears.

TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Desiderium.

O lacrimae, lacrimae, quo numine miror, inanes, nescio quid lacrimae plusquam mortale sequentes ingenti desiderio, nascuntur in imo

corde, rigant oculos, simul aurea messibus arva conspicor et lapsos revoco sub pectore soles.

quale novom velo iubar albescente renidet, devexis cui forte sui redduntur ab austris; quale iubar maestis supremum navis inaurat carbasa, dimidium vitae abscondentis in aequor ; tam veteri manet albus honor, tam lugubris aevo.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns

The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds

To dying ears, when unto dying eyes

The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;

So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

TENNYSON,