As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

You are a tedious fool.

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.