"Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,
To mortals 'tis but poison."
The smoke that from thine altar blows,
Can it the gods offend?
For I observe thou hold'st thy nose
Pray what does this portend?
Mankind deem incense to excel
Each other earthly thing,
So he that cannot bear its smell,
No incense e'er should bring.
With unmoved face by thee at least
To dolls is homage given;
If not obstructed by the priest,
The scent mounts up to heaven.