The Church diffused is by the Council tied; 90
  As members by their representatives
  Obliged to laws which Prince and Senate gives. 
  Thus some contract, and some enlarge the space: 
  In Pope and Council, who denies the place,
  Assisted from above with God’s unfailing grace? 
  Those canons all the needful points contain;
  Their sense so obvious, and their words so plain,
  That no disputes about the doubtful text
  Have hitherto the labouring world perplex’d. 
  If any should in after-times appear, 100
  New Councils must be call’d, to make the meaning clear: 
  Because in them the power supreme resides;
  And all the promises are to the guides. 
  This may be taught with sound and safe defence;
  But mark how sandy is your own pretence,
  Who, setting Councils, Pope, and Church aside,
  Are every man his own presuming guide. 
  The Sacred Books, you say, are full and plain. 
  And every needful point of truth contain: 
  All who can read interpreters may be:  110
  Thus, though your several Churches disagree,
  Yet every saint has to himself alone
  The secret of this philosophic stone. 
  These principles your jarring sects unite,
  When differing doctors and disciples fight. 
  Though Luther, Zuinglius, Calvin, holy chiefs,
  Have made a battle royal of beliefs;
  Or, like wild horses, several ways have whirl’d
  The tortured text about the Christian world;
  Each Jehu lashing on with furious force, 120
  That Turk or Jew could not have used it worse;
  No matter what dissension leaders make,
  Where every private man may save a stake: 
  Ruled by the Scripture and his own advice,
  Each has a blind by-path to Paradise;
  Where, driving in a circle, slow or fast,
  Opposing sects are sure to meet at last. 
  A wondrous charity you have in store
  For all reform’d to pass the narrow door: 
  So much, that Mahomet had scarcely more. 130
  For he, kind prophet, was for damning none;
  But Christ and Moses were to save their own: 
  Himself was to secure his chosen race,
  Though reason good for Turks to take the place,
  And he allow’d to be the better man,
  In virtue of his holier Alcoran.

   True, said the Panther, I shall ne’er deny
  My brethren may be saved as well as I: 
  Though Huguenots condemn our ordination,
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  And Luther, more mistaking what he read,
  Misjoins the sacred body with the bread: 
  Yet, lady, still remember, I maintain,
  The Word in needful points is only plain.