I come not hither to assume thy robe
Pontifical, or emulate thy fame;
Or yet to trouble, with the warrior’s club,
Such saints as thou and thy dark demon claim;
For be but peaceful, and I let thee still
Worship thy manit dark, as suits thy will.
XXXVII.
“But here I sit, to prove thee to thy face
A foul impostor, and thy charms a cheat;—
To ope the eyes of a deluded race,