But seeing that it is not yet time for strong remedies, and that the mind is manifestly so constituted that when it casts off true opinions it straightway puts on false, wherefrom arises a cloud of confusion that disturbs its true vision, I will now try and disperse these mists by mild and soothing application, that so the darkness of misleading passion may be scattered, and thou mayst come to discern the splendour of the true light.”

The Perturbations of Passion

Stars shed no light Through the black night, When the clouds hide; And the lashed wave, If the winds rave O’er ocean’s tide⁠—

Though once serene As day’s fair sheen⁠— Soon fouled and spoiled By the storm’s spite, Shows to the sight Turbid and soiled.