PEER
[more and more elevated]
The Gyntish Self — it is the host
of wishes, appetites, desires,—
the Gyntish Self, it is the sea
of fancies, exigencies, claims,
all that, in short, makes my breast heave,
and whereby I, as I, exist.
But as our Lord requires the clay
to constitute him God o’ the world,
so I, too, stand in need of gold,
if I as Emperor would figure.
