And lose the thanks of those few friends they serve?
For who can thank the man, he cannot see?
Why so much cover? It defeats itself. 357
Ye, that know all things! know ye not, men’s hearts
Are therefore known, because they are conceal’d?
For why conceal’d?—The cause they need not tell.
I give him joy, that’s awkward at a lie;
Whose feeble nature Truth keeps still in awe;
His incapacity is his renown. 363
’Tis great, ’tis manly, to disdain disguise;