Wise Man

I have deceived you--where shall I go for words-- I have no thoughts--my mind has been swept bare. The messengers that stand in the fiery cloud, Fling themselves out, if we but dare to question, And after that, the Babylonian moon Blots all away.

FIRST PUPIL (to other pupils)

I take his words to mean That visionaries, and martyrs when they are raised Above translunary things, and there enlightened, As the contention is, may lose the light, And flounder in their speech when the eyes open.