Thou sawst people of this present time
But little changed from those of former days.
Woman thou sawst as woman, man as man,
And all their attributes were similar;
Thou canst not therefore any longer doubt
That what thou didst transfer to time’s dim past
By spirit-vision, far from being truth
Was but the vain delusion of thy soul.
Maria:
In thee I see the sire of all deceit;