Chapter 1527 of 1964 · 61 words · ~1 min read

VII.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist, professed, Right honestly, "he liked an honest hater!"[655]-- The only truth that yet has been confessed Within these latest thousand years or later. Perhaps the fine old fellow spoke in jest:-- For my part, I am but a mere spectator, And gaze where'er the palace or the hovel is, Much in the mode of Goethe's Mephistopheles;