The name and look of life, and dwells among us.
He takes all shapes that serve his black designs: 820
Though master of a wider empire far
Than that o’er which the Roman eagle flew.
Like Nero, he’s a fiddler, charioteer,
Or drives his phaeton, in female guise;
Quite unsuspected, till, the wheel beneath,
His disarray’d oblation he devours.
He most affects the forms least like himself,
His slender self. Hence burly corpulence