Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Ah, tell them they are men!
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.