Chapter 3 No.3

If all that our weak knowledge titles virtue, be

(High Truth) the best resemblance of exalted Thee,

If a mind fix'd to combat fate

With those two powerful swords, submission and humility,

Sounds truly good, or truly great;

Ill may I live, if the good Sancroft, in his holy rest,

In the divinity of retreat,

Be not the brightest pattern earth can show

Of heaven-born Truth below;

But foolish man still judges what is best

In his own balance, false and light,

Following opinion, dark and blind,

That vagrant leader of the mind,

Till honesty and conscience are clear out of sight.