MISTAKEN Priest Thou mightily disparagest, With those thy Oxen & thy Garlands, Him Whom thou to deifie dost seem: Thy calculation's still too low, for He Is not thy Jupiter, but Barnabie. 2 Yet though above Thy stupidly-adored Jove, (That Jove who having been a famous Bull Himself, for kindreds sake might well Be to his cousen Oxen kinder than To have them sacrific'd,) he's still a Man: 3 A Man like thee In passionate infirmitie. Which though thou doubtest now, thoud'st grant too true Shouldst thou that Paraxysme view Whose storm will their calm Union overbear And Paul & Barnabie in sunder tear. 4 Pluck courage then From hence: since Saints themselves are Men, Men may be Saints, & humane Passions be Cohabitants with Sanctity. Prate not, proud Stoik, that the onely high Way to heavns Gate through Zeno's Portch doth ly. |