Ludovico Ariosto
Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.
When the devil grows old he turns hermit.
We soon believe the things we would believe.
They think they have God Almighty by the toe.
Such fire was not by water to be drowned, nor he his nature changed by changing ground.
Still more plain the Tutor, the grave man, nicknamed Adam, White-tied, clerical, silent, with antique square-cut waistcoat, Formal, unchanged, of black cloth, but with sense and feeling beneath it.
Nature made him, and then broke the mold.
Man proposes, and God disposes.
From heresy, frenzy and jealousy, good Lord deliver me.
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
But that he wrought so high the specious tale, as manifested plainly 'twas a lie.