As I remember, faid the fober Hind, Thofe toils were for your own dear self defign'd, By real prefence in the facrament, After long fencing pufli'd against a wall, Your falvo comes, that he's not there at all: There chang'd your faith, and what may change Who can believe what varies every day, Tortures may force the tongue untruths to And I ne'er own'd myself infallible, Reply'd the Panther: grant fuch presence were, A real virtue we by faith receive, And that we in the facrament believe. Then faid the Hind, as you the matter state, For real, as you now the word expound, You know who took the shadow for the meat : I freely grant you spoke to fave your life; The Panther grin'd at this, and thus reply'd ; Is he from heaven, this mighty champion, come: Or lodg'd below in fubterranean Rome? First, feat him fomewhere, and derive his race, Or elfe conclude that nothing has no place. Suppofe, tho I difown it, faid the Hind, If fight be emiffion or reception be, Which yet, when I demand, you dare not give; I then affirm that this unfailing guide In pope and general councils muft refide; Both lawful, both combin'd: what one decrees I mean, in each apart, contract the place. 1 Some, who to greater length extend the line, As members, by their representatives Have hitherto the laboring world perplex'd. If any fhould in after-times appear, New councils must be call'd, to make the mean ing clear : Because in them the power fupreme refides; This may be taught with found and fafe defence: Yet be: These principles your jarring fects unite, When differing doctors and disciples fight. Tho Luther, Zuinglius, Calvin, holy chiefs, Have made a battle royal of beliefs ; Or like wild horfes feveral ways have whirl'd The tortur'd text about the christian world; Each Jehu lafhing on with furious force, That Turk or Jew could not have us'd it worse No matter what diffenfion leaders make, Where ev'ry private man may fave a stake; Rul'd by the fcripture and his own advice, Each has a blind bye-path to Paradise ; Where driving in a circle flow or fast, Oppofing fects are fure to meet at last. A wond'rous charity you have in store For all reform'd to pafs the narrow door: So much, that Mahomet had fcarcely more. For he, kind prophet, was for damning none; But Chrift and Mofes were to fave their own; Himself was to fecure his chofen race, Tho reafon good for Turks to take the place, And he allow'd to be the better man, In virtue of his holier Alcoran. True, faid the Panther, I fhall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as well as I: |