A local cult, called Christianity. - Thomas Hardy

...he'd seen a man look a fool a good many times, but never such a fool as that bull looked when he found his pious feelings had been played upon...

It is commonly said that no man was ever converted by argument, but there is a single one which will make any Laodicean in England, let him be once love-sick, wear prayer-books and become a zealous Episcopalian – the argument that his sweetheart can be seen from his pew.

I seem but a dead man held on end To sink down soon.... O you could not know That such swift fleeing No soul foreseeing — Not even I — would undo me so!