I wage free war with grossness and with crime.”
Thus look’d he proudly on the vulgar crew,
Whom statutes govern, and whom fears subdue.
Faith, with his virtue, he indeed profess’d,
But doubts deprived his ardent mind of rest;
Reason, his sovereign mistress, fail’d to show
Light through the mazes of the world below:
Questions arose, and they surpass’d the skill
Of his sole aid, and would be dubious still;
These to discuss he sought no common guide,