No written laws can be so plain, so pure, But wit may gloss and malice may obscure; Not those indited by his first command, 320 A Prophet grav'd the text, an Angel held his hand. Thus faith was e'er the written word appear'd, And men believ'd, not what they read, bu heard, But since the Apostles cou'd not be confin'd To these, or those, but severally design'd Their large commission round the world to blow, To spread their faith they spread their labours too. Yet still their absent flock their pains did share; They hearken'd still, for love produces care. 341 Clearness by frequent preaching must be wrought; They writ but seldom, but they daily taught. } And, if appointed, sure to be obey'd. 350 Thus, with due reverence to th' Apostles writ, By which my sons are taught, to which, submit, I think, those truths their sacred works contain The church alone can certainly explain; 360 Because, as I have urg'd before, 'tis mute, They to the next, from them to us is brought, Th' undoubted sense which is in Scripture sought. From hence the Church is arm'd, when errours rise, To stop their entrance, and prevent surprise; And safe entrench'd within, her foes without defies. By these all festring sores her counsels heal, Which time or has discloas'd or shall reveal, For discord cannot end without a last appeal. 370 Nor can a council national decide, But with subordination to her Guide, (I wish the cause were on that issue try'd.) Much less the scripture; for suppose debate Betwixt pretenders to a fair estate, Bequeath'd by some Legator's last intent; (Such is our dying Saviour's Testament :) The will is prov'd, is open'd, and is read; The doubtfull heirs their diff'ring titles plead: All vouch the words their int'rest to maintain, And each pretends by those his cause is plain. 380 Shall then the testament award the right ? No, that's the Hungary for which they fight ; The field of battel, subject of debate; The thing contended for, the fair estate. The sense is intricate, 'tis onely clear What vowels and what consonants are there. Therefore 'tis plain, its meaning must be try'd Before some judge appointed to decide. Suppose, (the fair Apostate said,) I grant, The faithfull flock some living guide should want, 390 Your arguments an endless chase persue : Produce this vaunted Leader to our view, This mighty Moyses of the chosen crew. The Dame, who saw her fainting foe retir'd, With force renew'd, to victory aspired; (And looking upward to her kindred sky, As once our Saviour own'd his Deity, Pronounc'd his words-she whom ye seek am 1.) Nor less amazed this voice the Panther heard If then, by able heads, are understood 430 But if you mean your selves are onely sound, That doctrine turns the reformation round, And all the rest are false reformers found. Because in sundry Points you stand alone, Not in Communion join'd with any one; And therefore must be all the Church, or none. Then, till you have agreed whose judge is best, 440 Against this forc'd submission they protest: While sound and sound a different sense explains, Both play at hard-head till they break their brains: | And from their Chairs each other's force defy, While unregarded thunders vainly fly. Bound in one Bond of Faith and Unity: Because you judge their Ordination vain ; And so they judge of yours, but Donors must ordain. 459 In short, in Doctrine, or in Discipline Not one reform'd, can with another join: But all from each, as from Damnation fly; No Union they pretend, but in Non-Popery. Nor, should their Members in a Synod meet, | Cou'd any Church presume to mount the Seat Above the rest, their discords to decide; None wou'd obey, but each would be the Guide: And face to face dissensions would encrease ; For amongst equals lies no last appeal, Then granting that unerring guide we want, That such there is you stand obliged to grant: 480 Our Saviour else were wanting to supply Relapsing from a necessary Guide. But this annex'd Condition of the Crown, For petty Royalties you raise debate; 490' And for that cause those Promises detest With which our Saviour did his Church invest: But strive t' evade, and fear to find 'em true, All prompt with eager pity, to fulfil And the whole hierarchy, with heads hung down, Submissively declin'd the pondrous proffer'd crown. 509 Then, not till then, th' eternal Son from high A weight which all the frame of heav'n had bent, Nor he Himself cou'd bear, but as omni 579 Not one of all can be apply'd to you: Was Errour fulminated o'er and o'er. new, Shew when, and how, and from what hands they grew. We claim no pow'r, when Heresies grow bold, To coin new faith, but still declare the old. How else cou'd that obscene disease be purg'd When controverted texts are vainly urg'd? To prove tradition new, there's somewhat more Requir'd, than saying, 'twas not us'd before. Thus, what you call corruptions, are in truth, The first plantations of the gospel's youth, Old standard faith: but cast your eyes again, And view those errours which new sects maintain, Or which of old disturb'd the churches peaceful reign; And we can point each period of the time, 610 Despair at our foundations then to strike, Till you can prove your faith Apostolick; A limpid stream drawn from the native source; Succession lawfull in a lineal course. Show such a seamless coat, from schism so free, 620 In no communion joined with heresie: A church unprincipl'd kicks up the scale. But if you cannot think (nor sure you can Suppose in God what were unjust in man,) That he, the fountain of eternal grace, Should suffer falsehood for so long a space To banish truth and to usurp her place; That seav'n successive ages should be lost And preach damnation at their proper 631 cost; That all your erring ancestours should die Drown'd in the Abyss of deep Idolatry; If piety forbid such thoughts to rise, Awake, and open your unwilling eyes: God has left nothing for each age undone, From this to that wherein he sent his Son : Then think but well of him, and half your work is done. 630 seav'n] nine ed. 2. Poeta light Gild the brown horrour and dispell loquitur. the night; The messenger with speed the tidings bore ;News which three lab'ring nations did restore; 661 But heav'ns own Nuntius was arrived before. By this the Hind had reached her lonely And vapours rose, and dews un wholesome fell, Discern'd a change of weather in the skyes. The Western borders were with crimson spread, The moon descending look'd all flaming red; She thought good manners bound her to invite 670 The stranger Dame to be her guest that night. 651 skyes ;) the edd. omit the semi-colon, giving a false construction. |