What a sublime discovery ’twas to make the
Universe universal egotism,
That all’s ideal—all ourselves!—I’ll stake the
World (be it what you will) that that’s no schism.
Oh Doubt!—if thou be’st Doubt, for which some take thee,
But which I doubt extremely—thou sole prism
Of the Truth’s rays, spoil not my draught of spirit!
Heaven’s brandy, though our brain can hardly bear it.