Weak reason may pretend an awful sway,
And consistories charge her to obey;
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(Strange nonsense, to confine the sacred Dove, }
And narrow rules prescribe how he shall love, }
And how upon the barren waters move.) }
But she rejects and scorns their proud pretence,
And, whilst those grovling things depend on sense,
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She mounts on certain wings, and flies on high, }