For to the brethren I must give their souls.
Capesius:
Thy trusty messenger I could not be.
Thou gav’st me power to picture human life;
And I could well portray whate’er inspired
The souls of men at this time or at that:
But yet it was impossible for me
To gift my words, which painted but the past,
With power to fill and satisfy men’s souls.
Strader: