HE SAVES the sheep, the goats he doth not save!
So rang Tertullian’s sentence, on the side
Of that unpitying Phrygian sect which cried:
‘Him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave,
‘Who sins, once wash’d by the baptismal wave!’
And then she smiled, and in the Catacombs,
Her head in ignominy, death, and tombs,