Classic Poem

By th' spirit more though Chymistry can show,
Then by't Enthusiasts of the age do know.
Though ages dream'd, and th' aged dreamers be,
We that are young men do no Visions see.
To glean truth see in Harvy Harvest here,
Themselves in him the Colledge pillars rear.
No more of every wind of phancy sport,
He gives them truth, and gives them reason for't.
Yet thou dear Biggs so well of ill hast writ,
He who can't praise thy truth, may praise thy wit.