But ‘faith,’ say you, ‘is reasonable’?—Ay,
When in it there is reason; when the thing
In which it trusts is truth. But ah! too oft
Just prick the forms, and back of them you find—
What?—truth?—nay, nay, a priest—a man, forsooth,
Who differs from the rest of men in clothes,
In wearing worn-out habits, which the need
And progress of our times have cast aside;—
Ay, wearing them o’er body, mind, and soul;
Though all who think know well that moods, whose range