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Hear him but reason in divinity,
And, all admiring, with an inward wish
You would desire that he were made a Prelate.
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,
You’d say it had been all his study:
List his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle, rendered you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The gordian knot of it he will unloose
Familiar as his garter; when he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still;
And the mute wonder lurketh in men’s ears
To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences.