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It was well he did assault thee, or thy foe
Could not have hit to thy advantage so.
What he styles ignorance is depth in sense;
He thinks there is no skill but common sense.
Had Bacon Francis Bacon, the philosopher of the scientific method. lived in this unknowing age,
And seen experience laughed at on the stage,
What tempests would have risen in his blood
To side an art which nature has made good?
Do you think that knowledge comes to you innate,
As preaching on a sudden to your pate?
No, surely; you are a simpler brother; fie!
I must alarm you with hue and cry.
What are you? From where? A Presbyterian sure,
An academy rat, holy and pure.
But for your soul (and Plato tells you so)
You have spoiled that, and plastered Plato too.
Just like I. T. John Tate, a poet and associate of Henry More. your poet, who does lend
You fancies in Cleveland Refers to the poetry of John Cleveland, known for complex "metaphysical" wit. from end to end,
And not one rightly applied; you do mistake
The Stagirite’s Aristotle, born in Stagira. philosophy, and make
His logic magical; what is unknown
Is conjuration, frothy, and high-flown.
If arguments arise, you straight grow hoarse,
You do not know what belongs to topic course Formal rhetorical training in logic..
Shall you and I to disputation come,
Practic or theorie, for the total sum?