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NO controversies do me please,
Unless they do contend for Peace:
Nor scarce a demonstration,
But such as yours; which proves, there's none.
Doubtful I lived, and doubtful die:
Thus Atuos the Uncertain one original Greek: ἌΤΥΟΣ gave Ethe Customs original Greek: ἜΘΗ the lie;
And with his own more aged Critics,
Expunged his Youthful Analytics referring to Aristotle's logical works.
To make my Shrift confession, that certain I
Am only of Uncertainty;
Is no less glorious, than due,
After the Stagirite Aristotle, born in Stagira and You:
I am absolved, if the Hand
Of great Apollo's Priest may stand.
You have made Ignorance a Boast:
Pride hath its ancient channel lost;
Like Arethusa a nymph in mythology who turned into an underground river, only found
By those, that follow it under ground.
Title your Book, The Works of MAN;
The Index of the Vatican the catalog of the great library of the Popes:
Call it Arts Encyclopedia;
The Universal Pansophy all-encompassing wisdom;
The State of all the Questions,
Since Peter Lombard a medieval theologian famous for his book of "Sentences", solved at once;
Ignorance in a learned dress,
Which Volumes teach, but not profess,
The Learning which all Ages knew,
Being Epitomiz'd by you.
You teach us doubting; and no more
Do Libraries turned o're and o're:
Take up the Folio, that comes next,
'Twill prove a Comment on your Text;
And the Quotation would be good,
If BODLEY referring to the Bodleian Library at Oxford in your Margin stood.
The following text is extremely faint and damaged in the original.
Let him whose narrow notion's prison bound?
And view all nature's landscapes all around?
And since that Sense that sense has none of its own?
Let him judge with his own not on your own?