LXXI.

It is. I will not swear that black is white, But I suspect in fact that white is black, And the whole matter rests upon eye-sight:-- Ask a blind man, the best judge. You'll attack Perhaps this new position--but I'm right; Or if I'm wrong, I'll not be ta'en aback:-- He hath no morn nor night, but all is dark Within--and what seest thou? A dubious spark!