Men shall a moral draw from his case, sad to tell.
Cried Noah: “Ye stiff-necked race! I am not I, indeed.
My self I’ve sacrificed; of God’s love have I need.
From every fleshly sense and wish I’m severed, quite.
God is my light, my mind, my visual organ’s site.115
I am not I. The breath I breathe is God’s own breath.
Whoe’er gainsays this word, blasphemes, courts his own death.
Within my form of fox there lurks the lion’s power;
Against this feeble fox ’tis useless now to lower.
Unless you lay aside scorn for my fox’s form,