My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.
Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.
The world and life's too big to pass for a dream
Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.