That would emulate a star.
What is friendship?—do not trust her,
Nor the vows which she has made;
Diamonds dart their brightest lustre
From a palsy-shaken head.
What is truth?—a staff rejected;[315]
Duty?—an unwelcome clog;
Joy?—a moon by fits reflected[316]
In a swamp or watery bog;[317]
Bright, as if through ether steering,[318]