“Within the Church than in your world so call’d?—
The Prince of this World is not nice in choice
Of equipages; where he cannot check,
He mounts the car of truth and grasps the rein;
And when the Devil drives, he drives for home.
‘The world,’ what means this, but the world alone,—
The mass, devoid of mind, truth, spirit, love?—
But holds no church the same?—A mass?—ay, ay.
Devoid of mind?—Why not?—But show the place
It crowds not reason out to edge in faith.—