Up and down it staggers wide, with but a single tasting.
Such the wine of might they drink in blest carouse above.
So the angels higher lift their flaming height of love.
Now and then the dregs they fling earthward in their quaffing,
And where’er a drop alights, lo, an Eden laughing![[204]]
BOOK THE EIGHTH
THEOSOPHY IN THE AGE OF THE REFORMATION
CHAPTER I.
Amongst them all sate he that wonned there,
That hight Phantastes by his nature trew;
A man of years yet fresh, as mote appere,