My every sense rules Phantasy With sway quite too potential; Sure I'm
demented if the I Alone is the essential.
This entity's a dreadful bore, And cannot choose but vex me; The ground
beneath me ne'er before Thus totter'd to perplex me.
Well pleased assembled here I view Of spirits this profusion; From devils,
touching angels too, I gather some conclusion.
The ignis fatuus they track out, And think they're near the treasure. Devil
alliterates with doubt, Here I abide with pleasure.