Of hardy conflict o’er? or, are you still
Raw candidates at school? and have you those
Who disaffect reversions, as with us?—
But what are we? You never heard of man;
Or earth, the bedlam of the universe!
Where Reason (undiseased with you) runs mad,
And nurses Folly’s children as her own;
Fond of the foulest. In the sacred mount 1808
Of holiness, where Reason is pronounced
Infallible; and thunders, like a god;