No knots or gnurs within us, free as water’s run.
On taking fleshly form, that simple essence, then,
Became divided, split, like shadows in each glen.
Make low the hills and hillocks, level make the plain;
No shadow’s left; the whole becomes one scene again.
With pleasure I’d this matter clearer put, and joy.
But tender consciences I seek not to annoy.
Abstruser points there are, as keen as sword in fight.
If reason’s shield thou hast not, refuge take in flight.380
My arguments contest not, unless well prepared.