“Concerns it you what books I set for sale?
The tale perchance may be a virtuous tale;
And for the rest, ’tis neither wise nor just
In you, who read not, to condemn on trust;
Why should th’ Archdeacon’s Charge your spleen excite?
He, or perchance th’ Archbishop, may be right.
“That from your meetings I refrain is true:
I meet with nothing pleasant - nothing new;
But the same proofs, that not one text explain,
And the same lights, where all things dark remain;