Cannot Almighty Heaven (since flowers which pass 5

Thawed through a still, and there melt mingled too,

Are raised distinct in a poor chymist’s glass)

Do more in graves than men in limbecs do?

God bred the arts, to make us more believe

(By seeking nature’s covered mysteries,) 10

His darker works, that faith may thence conceive

He can do more than what our reason sees.

O coward faith! religion’s trembling guide!

Whom ev’n the dim-eyed arts must lead to see