... where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,[408-68] 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied[408-69] be they, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's ... — Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 8 • Charles H. Sylvester