Classic Poem

Religio Medici though th' world Atheism call,
The world shows none, and the Physitian all.
More zeal and charity Brown in twelve sheets shows,
Then twelve past ages writ, or th' present knows;
What Paracelsus brag'd of doth disclose,
He 'twixt the Pope and Luther might compose.
Though gut-inspired zelots bark at him,
He hath more knowledge then their Sanedrim.
Or th' Scotch pedant a worm in every book,
To maim the words and make the sence mistook.
Dul lumps of earth not yet concocted mud,
In natures count scarce Cyphers understood.
Let these lick up the indigested phlegm
Which Cruder stomach'd Sciolists belch'd 'fore them:
Dog-like to vomits run and lick each sore,
Think learning to repeat what's said before.
While these can prize truths weapons by the rust,
Crawl with the aged serpent in the dust.
Shine out dispelling th' ages darker night,
Knowledge makes only Children of the light.
Folli's unmask'd, and errors bald pate show'n,
Brown others errors, others write their own.