Not our Love to confute, nor Creator refute, nor by reason of a skeptic, or more septic, insistence, thine or mine
& for no Heart is, save by tongues' treason, its own Hamming, upper bound
God's teeth! Our proof of the Soul is damning sound.
Prince! Manichaeus explains what Machiavel explains away
Contra paganos, peregrinatur hic civitas Dei