That its desire can nothing tame or quell,
That it can never know sufficiency.
“While thou enlargest thy desire as hell,
Filling thine hand, but filling not thy lust,
Thou dost proclaim man’s eye insatiable:
“Such answer from thy lips were only just;
Yet ’twas not so. One came at last, who threw
Into yon face an heap of vilest dust,
“Whereof a few small grains did fall into
And filled the orb and hollow of that eye,