White Witchcraft

If you and I could change to beasts, what beast should either be? Shall you and I play Jove for once? Turn fox then, I decree! Shy wild sweet stealer of the grapes! Now do your worst on me! And thus you think to spite your friend—turned loathsome? What, a toad? So, all men shrink and shun me! Dear men, pursue your road! Leave but my crevice in the stone, a reptile's fit abode! Now say your worst, Canidia! "He 's loathsome, I allow: There may or may not lurk a pearl beneath his puckered brow: But see his eyes that follow mine—love lasts there, anyhow."