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Make them confesse, their greatest error springs,From curious gazing on the least of Things;With reading smaller prints, they spoyle their Sight,Darken themselves, then rave, for want of light:Shew them, how full they are of subtle sinne,When Faith's great Cable, they would nicely spinneTo Reason's slender Threads; then (falsely bold)When they have weakned it, cry, t'wilt not hold!To him, that so victorious still doth grow,In knowledge, and t'enforce others to know;Humble in's strength; not cunning, to beguile,Nor strong, to overcome, but reconcile:To Arts Milde Conqueror; that is, to you,Our sadly mention'd Debt, is justly due:And now Posteritie is taught to know,Why, and to whom, this mighty Summe they owe,I safely may goe sleep; for they will payIt all at times, although I breake my Day.

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