148: Cunning esthetic capitalism! it can whip you up, call you back to judgment ..  
No correspondence how love is falsehood? love’s eye true? — 
I mistake fault in sight and fair similes for love put in my head,  
blind to doting and censures heaving below.  
How can the world say it’s not so, I’m mistaken in my view : the sun itself vexing until skies clear  
 
— O me!