Some men, by feigned words, as dark as mine,

Make truth to spangle and its rays to shine.

‘But they want solidness.’ Speak, man, thy mind.

‘They drown the weak; metaphors make us blind.’

Solidity, indeed, becomes the pen

Of him that writeth things divine to men;

But must I needs want solidness, because

By metaphors I speak? Were not God’s laws,