I.
But oracles of old were seldom true,
The devil was in them, sure he's not in you.
You.
Thus mask'd in mysteries does the godhead stand:
The more obscure, the greater his command.
I.
The Godhead's hidden power would soon be past,
Did we not hope to see his face at last.
You.
You are my slave already sir, you know,
To Shew more charms, would but increase your
woe,
I scorn an insult to a conquer'd foe.
I.
I am your slave, 'tis true, but still you see,
All slaves by nature struggle to be free;
But if you would secure the stubborn prize,
Add to your wit, the setters of your eyes;
Then pleas'd with thraldom, would I kiss my
chain
And ne'er think more of liberty again.[4]