If “Hypocrite!” cast in their teeth be at last,
As scorpion’s sting to their souls it clings fast.
If “Hypocrite”’s name be not product of hell,
So bitter at all times why does its sound tell?50
This name’s great repulsion is not in its form;
The bitter it smacks of is not from a corm.
The word’s but a vase; ’tis its sense is the wine;
The sense of a book in the title may shine.
Sweet lakes and salt seas do we find here on earth;
The barrier between them: “Thus far; go not forth!”