But when the weary King Ecclesiast confided to me, in his palace of ivory and cedar in Jerusalem, long ago, the secret of these diamond treasures, he bade me reveal it to none who did not show their confidence in me.
"HE"
Andrew Lang
He is no hypocrite, no weary "king Ecclesiast," shaking his head over the orgies of sap and song in which he can no longer share.
"Vanishing Roads and Other Essays"
Richard Le Gallienne