But by the breath of thy divinity;
Nor in the starry pole, nor in the sea,
Save what the wicked in their foolish minds
Devise: but thou dost order the disorderly,
And even unlovely things are dear to thee.
Let fools hear that, thou second Hercules!
I should not fret; nay, and I shall not fret . . .
There’s poignancy in the utterance of this Greek
That I attain not: whether it be the man
Lived nearer to his nature, or that my art