For all my learning ’s but a veil, I guess, Veiling the phantom of my nothingness; Howbeit, there are those who think me wise, And those who think me—even these I bless.
LXXXIV
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For all my learning ’s but a veil, I guess, Veiling the phantom of my nothingness; Howbeit, there are those who think me wise, And those who think me—even these I bless.