«Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.»
«There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementйd — blindfoldйd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom’d garths.»
«Might I too was blindfoldйd ere,
Tho’ years have master’d me
A masque of this to fashion:
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!»
«The quality of mercy and absolution,
Whence cometh such qualities?
Build thyself a mirror in which
Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!»
«‘Tis the Divine Comedy —
The fool and the mocking court;
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away.»
«‘Tis the Divine Tragedy —
The fool and the mocking court;
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,
Yet for our blunders — Oh, in shame;
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes —
We hold the Earth fro Hell away.»
«Believe? In a deily long dead? —
I would rather be a pagan sucklйd in creeds outworn;
Whith faдrtytales fill’d up in head;
Thoughts of the Book stillborn.»
«Shadow of annoyance —
Ne’er come hither!
…And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
Ne’er to ascend again…»