Gladly all matters down to stone or lead,
Or adamant, to find the World a spirit,
And wear my head, denying that I wear it.
II.
What a sublime discovery 't was to make the
Universe universal egotism,
That all's ideal—all ourselves!—I'll stake the
World (be it what you will) that that's no schism.
Oh Doubt!—if thou be'st Doubt, for which some take thee,
But which I doubt extremely—thou sole prism