To view the sun, will find him green, we must suppose.
Take off the spectacles, the source of colour’s tinge,
He straightway sees aright. Now, nature’s hues impinge.240
A horseman had stirred up the dust in clouds, not faint.
A distant looker-on supposed the dust a saint.
Thus Satan saw a dust; and cried: “This son of earth
Excites in me much envy, hatred, malice, wrath.”
If thou, too, so observe God’s saints with envy’s eyes,
Be sure thy vision’s tainted. Satan’s hatching lies.
Thou obstinate! Art not one of that hell-hound’s sons?