lunatic
Night is fair virtue’s immemorial friend;
The conscious moon, through every distant age,
Has held a lamp to wisdom, and let fall,
On contemplation’s eye, her purging ray. (V.177–180)* * *
Were moon, and stars, for villains only made?
To guide, yet screen them, with tenebrious light? (IX.964f.)
- Consistency, hobgoblins, etc. [↩]