Wouldst it reject? Think well; and take thy road from thence.
Wouldst find a way out of this dismal dungeon vile?
Submit to God; bow down in worship with a smile.
Again we’ll turn. Again we’ll hear what Zeyd may say;
What road he’ll follow, on his steed, in reason’s way.110
When reason sets itself t’ expose the faults of men,
It pulls aside the veils that hide them from our ken.
God sometimes wills that actions should concealed remain,
Drives reason’s drum away, forbids its noisy strain.
Loose not thy tongue alone; it bridle; hidden’s best.