Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.
Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies,
Creations and destroyings, all at once
Pour into the wide hollows of my brain,
And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk,
And so become immortal.

Poems. Hyperion: A Fragment, III, l. 113