And, as my friend Scott says, "I sound my warison;"[752]
Scott, the superlative of my comparative—
Scott, who can paint your Christian knight or Saracen,
Serf—Lord—Man, with such skill as none would share it, if
There had not been one Shakespeare and Voltaire,
Of one or both of whom he seems the heir.[NW]
LX.
I say, in my slight way I may proceed
To play upon the surface of Humanity.
I write the World, nor care if the World read,