On steeds of fire, transcend the seventh heaven’s rolling ball.
“The spirit and the angels mount unto their God.”[370]
The spheres shall shake, when under saintly footsteps trod.15
Whereas the raff of mankind mount their own coat-tails;
Imagining they’re horsemen, prancing as ship sails.
The Lord hath said: “Imagining’s of no avail.”[371]
Imagination’s steed to scale heaven’s heights must fail.
Imagination’s best is but a choice of doubts;
Man ne’er disputes about the sun, whate’er the whim he flouts.
The time will come, he’ll see what wretched screw he rides;