No need’s there then for miracle, for tide to ebb and flow.
The plan of miracles unreasonable count;
But know it is accepted; faith it does not daunt.
Just like as demons, and as wild beasts, out of dread
Of man, fled to the wilds, when envy reared its head,250
So, out of dread of miracles by prophets wrought,
Do cavillers take refuge in sophisms of thought.
In name, they’re Muslims; and, by virtue of their wiles,
We can’t know what they are; their faces are all smiles.
Precisely as false-coiners on their metal base