And not veil these again to be our food?
His grace in both is equal in extent,
The first affords us life, the second nourishment.
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And if he can, why all this frantic pain, }
To construe what his clearest words contain, }
And make a riddle what he made so plain? }
To take up half on trust, and half to try,
Name it not faith, but bungling bigotry;
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