Misled to think I had betrayed his castle,
Who knew the secret tunnel to its courts,
He has nursed a baseless gjudge, whereat I smile,
Sure to disarm liim by the simple truth.
God grant me strength to utter it.

You fancy
The rancor of a had heart slow distilled
Through venomed years, so at a breath, dissolves.
O good old man, 1' the world, not of the world !
Belike, himself forgets the doubtful core
Of this still-curdling, petrifying ooze.
Truth ? why truth glances from the callous mass,
I A. spear against a rock. He hugs his hate.
His bed-fellow, his d^y, life-long comrade ;
Think you he has slept, ate, drank with it this while,
Now to forego revenge on such slight cause
As the revealed truth ?

You mistake my thought,
Great-hearted Prince, and justly — for I speak
In riddles, till God's time to make all clear.
When His day dawns, the blind shall see.

Forgive me,
If I, in wit and virtue your disciple.