What's all the noisy Jargon of the Schools,
But idle Nonsense of laborious Fools,
Who fetter  with perplexing Rules.
What in , bulky Works are found
Does not enlighten , but confound.
Who travels  swelling Tomes shall find
A Cloud of Darkness rising on the Mind.
In controverted Points can  sway,
When Passion or Conceit still hurries us away?
Thus his new Notions  would instill,
And clear the greatest Mysteries at will.
But by unlucky Wit perplex'd them more,
And made them darker than they were before.
soon oppos'd him out of Christian Zeal,
Shewing how well he could dispute and rail:
How shall we e'er discover which is right,
When both so eagerly maintain the Fight?
Each does the other's Arguments deride,
Each has the Church and Scripture on his Side.
The sharp ill-natur'd Combat's but a Jest,
Both may be wrong, one perhaps errs the least:
How shall we know which Articles are true,
The Old ones of the Church, or  New.
In Paths uncertain, and unsafe he treads,
Who blindly follows other's fertile Heads.
What sure, what certain Mark have we to know,
The right or wrong, 'twixt , and ?