Yea, he muſt Pipe, and Whiſtle to catch this
Yet if he does ſo, that Bird he will miss.
If that a Pearl may in a Toads-head dwell,
And may be found too in an Oiſter-ſhell,
If things that promiſe nothing, do contain
What better is then Gold; who will diſdain.
(That have an inkling of it,) there to look,
That they may find it. Now my little Book,
(Tho void of all thoſe paintings that may make
It with thiſ or the other Man to take)
Is not without those things that do excel
What do in brave, but empty notions dwell.
Well, yet I am not fully ſatisfied,
That this your Book will ſtand; when ſoundly try'd
Why, what's the matter! it is dark what tho?
But it is feigned. What of that I tro?
Some men by feigning words as dark as mine,
Make truth to spangle, and its rayes to ſhine.
But they want ſolidneſs: Speak man thy mind.
They drown'd the weak',Metaphors make us blind.
Solidity, indeed becomes the Pen
Of him that writeth things Divine to men;
But must I needs want ſolidneſs, becauſe
By Metaphors I ſpeak; Was not Gods Laws,
His Goſpel-Laws, in oldertime held forth
By Types, Shadows and Metaphors? Yet loth
Will any ſober man be to find fault
With them, leſt he be found for to aſſault
The higheſt Wiſdom. No, he rather ſtoops,
And ſeeks to find out what by pins and loops,
