But among those who admit the atoning death of Christ as the organific principle of their faith, there are differences […]

A ſhadie groue not farr away they ſpide, That promiſt ayde the tempeſt to withſtand: Whoſe loftie trees yclad with ſommers pride, Did ſpred ſo broad, that heauens light did hide, Not perceable with power of any ſtarr:

The noble man must be praised (and perhaps also debunked) and the rogue condemned (with appreciation, where relevant, of his charm or torturedness).

‘All my life spent hating a poor little tyrant on a few morgen of poor soil, and he'd never known anything else.’