Few friends are mine, though many wights there be br Who, meeting oft a phantasm that makes claim br To be myself, and hath my face and name, br And whose thin fraud I wink at privily, br Account this light impostor very me. br What boots it undeceive them, and proclaim br Myself myself, and whelm this cheat with shame? br I care not, so he leave my true self free, br Impose not on me also; but alas! br I too, at fault, bewildered, sometimes take br Him for myself, and far from mine own sight, br Torpid, indifferent, doth mine own self pass; br And yet anon leaps suddenly awake, br And spurns the gibbering mime into the night.