Thus into sects they split the Grecian youth,
Contending more for Victory than Truth.
Your Speculations nobler Ends persue,
They aim not to be Popular, but true.
You with strict Justice in an equal Light,
Expose both Wit and Folly to our Sight,
Yet as the Bee secure on Poyson feeds,
Extracting Honey from the rankest Weeds:
So safely you in Fools Instructours find,
And Wisdom in the Follies of mankind.