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Icts on then at her own quarry fly, Lich w can finite grasp infinity? i "I is urg'd again, that faith did first commence I niracles, which are appeals to sense,
ence concluded, that our sense must be i ne motive still of credibility. For latter ages must on former wait, And what began belief must propagate. . Bu vinnow well this thought, and you
shall find it as chaff that Aies before the wind.
Il those wonders wrought by power divine, His means or ends of some more deep design? Most sure as means, whose end was this alone,
the Godhead of the eternal fon.
Why chuse we then like bilanders to creep
in both is equal in extent,
half on trust, and half to try, Name it not faith, but bungling bigotry. Both knave and fool the merchant we may call, 7
7 To pay great sums and to compound the small: For who would break with heaven, and would
not break for all ? Rest then, my soul, from endless anguish freed: Nor sciences thy guide, nor sense thy creed. Faith is the best ensuer of thy bliss ; The bank above must fail before the venture
miss. Vol. II.
But heaven and heaven-born faith are far from
grace. His ragged tail betwixt his legs he wears, Close clap'd for shame ; but his rough crest he
rears, And pricks up his predestinating ears. His wild disorder'd walk, his haggard eyes, Did all the bestial citizens surprize. Though fear’d and hated, yet he ruld a-while, As captain or companion of the spoil. Full many a year his hateful head had been For tribute paid, nor fince in Cambria seen ;
The last of all the litter scap'd by chance,
O happy pair, how well have
increas'd! What ills in church and state have
you redress’d? With teeth untry'd, and rudiments of claws, Your first essay was on your native laws: Those having torn with ease, and trampled down, Your fangs you fasten'd on the mitred erown, And freed from God and monarchy your town. What tho your native kennel still be small, Bounded betwixt a puddle and a wall ; Yet your victorious colonies are sent Where the north ocean girds the continent. Quicken'd with fire below, your monsters breed In fenny Holland, and in fruitful Tweed : And like the first the last affects to be Drawn to the dregs of a democracy. As, where in fields the fairy rounds are seen, A rank four herbage rises on the green; So, springing where those midnight elves advance, Rebellion prints the footsteps of the dance. Such are their doctrines, such contempt they show To heaven above, and to their prince below, As none but traitors and blasphemers know. God, like the tyrant of the skies, is plac’d, And kings, like llaves, beneath the crowd debas'd, So fulsom is their food, that flocks refuse To bite, and only dogs for physic use.