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41.
Near them, in Piles, Chaldean Cos'ners lie;
Who the hid bus'ness of the Stars relate;
Who make a Trade of worshipp'd Prophesie;
And seem to pick the Cabinet of Fate.
Near them, in Piles, Chaldean Cos'ners lie;
Who the hid bus'ness of the Stars relate;
Who make a Trade of worshipp'd Prophesie;
And seem to pick the Cabinet of Fate.
42.
There Persian Magi stand, for wisdom prais'd;
Long since wise States-men, now Magicians thought;
Altars and Arts are soon to fiction rais'd,
And both would have, that miracles are wrought.
There Persian Magi stand, for wisdom prais'd;
Long since wise States-men, now Magicians thought;
Altars and Arts are soon to fiction rais'd,
And both would have, that miracles are wrought.
43.
In a dark Text, these States-men left their Minds;
For well they knew, that Monarch's Misterie
(Like that of Priests) but little rev'rence finds,
When they the Curtain ope to ev'ry Eye.
In a dark Text, these States-men left their Minds;
For well they knew, that Monarch's Misterie
(Like that of Priests) but little rev'rence finds,
When they the Curtain ope to ev'ry Eye.
44.
Behind this Throng, the talking Greeks had place;
Who Nature turn'd to Art, and Truth disguise,
As skill does native beautie oft deface;
With Terms they charm the weak, and pose the wise.
Behind this Throng, the talking Greeks had place;
Who Nature turn'd to Art, and Truth disguise,
As skill does native beautie oft deface;
With Terms they charm the weak, and pose the wise.
45.
Now they the Hebrew, Greek, and Roman spie;
Who for the Peoples ease, yoak'd them with Law;
Whom else, ungovern'd lusts would drive awrie;
And each his own way frowardly would draw.
Now they the Hebrew, Greek, and Roman spie;
Who for the Peoples ease, yoak'd them with Law;
Whom else, ungovern'd lusts would drive awrie;
And each his own way frowardly would draw.
46.
In little Tomes these grave first Lawyers lie,
In Volumes their Interpreters below;
Who first made Law an Art, than Misterie;
So clearest springs, when troubled, cloudie grow.
In little Tomes these grave first Lawyers lie,
In Volumes their Interpreters below;
Who first made Law an Art, than Misterie;
So clearest springs, when troubled, cloudie grow.
47.
But here, the Souls chief Book did all precede;
Our Map tow'rds heav'n to common Crowds deny'd;
Who proudly aym to teach, ere they can read;
And all must stray, where each will be a Guide.
But here, the Souls chief Book did all precede;
Our Map tow'rds heav'n to common Crowds deny'd;
Who proudly aym to teach, ere they can read;
And all must stray, where each will be a Guide.
