Magia Adamica, or The Antiquitie of Magic

For my part, I can pity you. You are (you say) much more willing to learn than able to teach. Verily, I believe it, and what is needless, you will prove it. Your Matrix The womb; here used mockingly to refer to his mind., you tell me, is barren; I think (though no Chemist ever called it so before you) you mean your Brain. This is no News to me; I knew it since I first saw your Psychodia Platonica. Your next whine is one of Conscience. You cannot (you say) affirm in the presence of your glorious God that affection and zeal to his Truth have forced you to write. I am altogether of your Opinion; I dare swear you cannot. But oh me! this Abstinence is Religion in you. Come hither, Piety! You cannot protest, you are such a deadly enemy to Protestants; but cannot your Brown faith forswear? You never took any Oath,

But the two Mustachios branching at your mouth. You know the Poet, be your own Interpreter. Come about again, Jack-Ape A monkey; a term for an impudent person., you must show me another Capricious Dance Friscal. Though you cannot protest, there is something you dare profess. You write (you say) out of an implacable Enmity to Immorality and Foolery, and this is true in the word of an honest man.