Is This A Vision? Is This A

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!