Will come to the impostor, profit by his arts.
He comes with good intention to the lecture-hall,
Expects a guiding soul; he finds a carcase; all.
As when, in dead of night, one does not know the east,[287]
To offer one’s devotion’s licit, turning west.40
Pretenders carry famine in their heart of hearts.
We suffer only want of bread for our repasts.
Why, then, pretender-like, should we our want disguise?
Why, for appearance’ sake, our soul, too, bastardise?
The woman’s husband answered: “Pray now, silence keep!