As men, for fear the stars should sleep and nod,
    And trip at night, have spheres suppli'd;
As if a star were duller than a clod,
    Which knows his way without a guide:

Just so the other heav'n they also serve,
    Divinity's transcendent sky:
Which with the edge of wit they cut and carve.
    Reason triumphs, and faith lies by.

Could not that wisdom, which first broacht the wine,
    Have thicken'd it with definitions?
And jagg'd his seamless coat, had that been fine,
    With curious questions and divisions?

But all the doctrine, which he taught and gave,
    Was clear as heav'n, from whence it came.
At least those beams of truth, which only save,
    Surpass in brightness any flame.

Love God, and love your neighbor. Watch and pray.
    Do as ye would be done unto.
O dark instructions; ev'n as dark as day!
    Who can these Gordian knots undo?

But he doth bid us take his blood for wine.
    Bid what he please; yet I am sure,
To take and taste what he doth there design,
    Is all that saves, and not obscure.

Then burn thy Epicycles, foolish man;
    Break all thy spheres, and save thy head.
Faith needs no staff of flesh, but stoutly can
    To heav'n alone both go, and lead.