The Saint's Tragedy by Charles Kingsley
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through you and past you, at a fascination, a ghost of fixed
purposes that haunts him, from which neither reason nor pity will turn him. I have seen such an eye in men possessed--with devils, or with self: sleek, passionless men, who are too refined to be manly, and measure their grace by their effeminacy; crooked vermin, who swarm up in pious times, being drowned out of their earthly haunts by the spring-tide of religion; and so making a gain of godliness, swim upon the first of the flood, till it cast them ashore on the firm beach of wealth and station. I always mistrust those wall-eyed saints. Lewis. Beware, Sir Count; your keen and worldly wit Is good for worldly uses, not to tilt Withal at holy men and holy things. He pleases well the spiritual sense Of my most peerless lady, whose discernment Is still the touchstone of my grosser fancy: He is her friend, and mine: and you must love him Even for our sakes alone, [to a bystander] A word with you, sir. [In the meantime Elizabeth and Conrad are talking together.] Eliz. I would be taught-- Con. It seems you claim some knowledge, By choosing thus your teacher. Eliz. I would know more-- Con. Go then to the schools--and be no wiser, madam; |
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