To tell strange feats of Daemons, here I am;
Strange, but most true they are, ev'n to a Dram
Tho' Sadduceans cry, 'tis all a Sham .

Here's Stony Arg'uments of persuasive Dint,
They'l not believe it, told, nor yet in Print:
What should the Reason be? The Devil's in't .

And yet they wish to be convinc'd by Sight,
Assur'd by Apparition of a Sprite;
But Learned Brown doth state the matter right:

Satan will never Instrumental be
Of so much Good, to Appear to them; for he
Hath them sure by their Infidelity.

But you, my Noble Friend, know better things;
Your Faith, mounted on Religions Wings,
Sets you above the Clouds whence Error springs.

Your Soul reflecting on this lower Sphear,
Of froth and vanity, joys oft to hear
The Sacred Ora'cles, where all Truths appear.

Which will Conduct out of this Labyrinth of Night,
And lead you to the source of Intellect'ual Light.
Which is the Hearty Prayer of
Your most faithful Humble Servant
R. C.