Ourselves are. “He shall swerve whom God shall cause to swerve!”[322]
Our Arab, know, ’s the mind; his wife, our lusts and greed.
These two are tenebrous; the mind’s the torch they need.
Now hear whence has arisen the ground of their dispute:
Th’ infinite finites holds, of various attribute;—665
Parts finite;—not parts infinite of th’ infinite,
Like scent of rose,—part infinite of definite.
The verdure’s beauty infinite is, as a part;
The cooing of the dove’s as infinite, in logic art.
But go we not too far afield for sorts and kinds;