CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND. "THOU THOUGHTEST THAT I WAS ALTOGETHER SUCH AN ONE AS THYSELF." CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND. ['WILL sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, And recross till they weave a spider-web, Could He but know! and time to vex is now, In confidence he drudges at their task, Setebos, Setebos, and Setebos! 'Thinketh, He dwelleth i' the cold o' the moon. "Thinketh He made it, with the sun to match, "Thinketh, it came of being ill at ease: Nor cure its ache. 'Hath spied an icy fish That longed to 'scape the rock-stream where she lived, And thaw herself within the lukewarm brine |