I hope I have: I am able now, methinks, Out of a fortitude of soul I feel, To endure more miseries, and greater far, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
" Oh! spite of million villains, this makes me a bigot in the fadeless fidelity of man! —and a black! and crazy! —but methinks like-cures-like applies to him too; he grows so sane again."