Round his mysterious Me, there lies, under all those wool-rags, a Garment of Flesh (or of Senses), contextured in the Loom of Heaven; …
They were Judaizing doctors, who taught the observation of the Mosaic law.
'You flash hoon,' he went on, 'Kiddin' you're white, eh?[…].'
But woe betide the wandering wight, / That treads its circle in the night.
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