For sometimes he like Cerberus would seem—

"Three gentlemen at once"[541] (as sagely says

Good Mrs. Malaprop); then you might deem

That he was not even one; now many rays

Were flashing round him; and now a thick steam

Hid him from sight—like fogs on London days:

Now Burke, now Tooke, he grew to people's fancies

And certes often like Sir Philip Francis.