Chapter 1199 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

XXV.

It is not that I adulate the people: Without _me_, there are demagogues enough,[496] And infidels, to pull down every steeple, And set up in their stead some proper stuff. Whether they may sow scepticism to reap Hell, As is the Christian dogma rather rough, I do not know;--I wish men to be free As much from mobs as kings--from you as me.