But time strips our illusions of their hue, 
 And one by one in turn, some grand mistake 
 Casts off its bright skin yearly, like a snake.
Don Juan (1819–24)
But time strips our illusions of their hue, 
 And one by one in turn, some grand mistake 
 Casts off its bright skin yearly, like a snake.
Don Juan (1819–24)