The awakener of sleeping souls.
The trampler upon presuming and recalcitrant ignorance.

Who in all his acts proclaims a universal benevolence toward man.

Who loveth not Italian more than Briton, male than female, mitred than crowned head, gowned than armed, frocked than frockless; but seeketh after him whose conversation is the more peaceful, more civil, more loyal, and more profitable.' This manifesto, in the style of a mountebank, must have sounded like a trumpet-blast to set the humdrum English doctors with sleepy brains and moldy science on their guard against a man whom they naturally regarded as an Italian charlatan.

What, indeed, was this more highly-wrought theology, this purer wisdom?
What call had this self-panegyrist to stir souls from comfortable slumbers?
What right had he to style the knowledge of his brethren ignorance?
Probably he was but some pestilent fellow, preaching unsound doctrine on the Trinity, like Peter Martyr Vermigli, who had been properly hissed out of Oxford a quarter of a century earlier.

When Bruno arrived and lectured, their worst prognostications were fulfilled.