Aquinas, Scotus, and the musty saws
Of antique Donate:—still my spaniel slept.
Still on went I: first, an sit anima,
Then, an’ ’twere mortal. O hold, hold!
At that they are at brain buffets, fell by the ears
Amain [pell-mell] together—still my spaniel slept.
Then, whether ’twere corporeal, local, fixed,
Ex traduce; but whether’t had free will
Or no, hot philosophers
Stood banding factions, all so strongly propped,