I saw - but, fated to endure disgrace,
Unheeding saw - the fury in thy face,
And call’d it spirit. Oh: I might have found
Fraud and imposture all the kindred round!
A nest of vipers” -
“Sir, I’ll not admit
These wild effusions of your angry wit:
Have you that value, that we all should use
Such mighty arts for such important views?
Are you such prize - and is my state so fair,