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179

OPINION

Who dos not know with what fierce Rage
Opinions Tru, or False ingage?
And, 'cause they Govern all Mankind,
Like the Blindes Leading of the Blinde,
All Claime an equal Interest
Of free Dominion, ore the Rest.
And as one Shield, that fell from Heaven,
Was Counterfeited by Eleaven,
The Better to Secure the Fate
And lasting Empyre of a State;
The False are Numerous, and the tru,
(That only have the Right) but Few.
Hence Fooles, that understand them least
Are Still the Fiercest in Contest;
Unsight, unseen, espouse a Side,
At Random, like a Princes Bride,
To Damn their Soules, and Sweare and ly for
And, at a venture, Live and Dy for.
The Great Des Cartes with long thought and Study
Had Run himself, out of his Soul, and Body:
Had Forfeted the world, and what's in't,
Till he Recoverd al, and more, b' a Hint.
For since he could not think, He did not think,
Found out, his Soul, and He were things Distinct;
When Really 'twas not his Soul, and Hee,
That differd, but his Supposd No Body.
Opiniasters Naturally Differ
From other men, as woodd[en] legs are Stiffer
Then those of Plyant Joynts, to yeld and Bow
Which way so ever th' are Designd to Go.
That make Belief and Knowledge the same Case
Because on tick both equally wil Pass
And since th' are chargd on equal Principles
Believe they are the same in al things else.

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Opinion governs all Mankind,
Like the Blind's leading of the Blind;
For he, that has no Eyes in 's Head,
Must be b' a Dog glad to be led;
And no Beasts have so little in 'em
As that inhuman Brute, Opinion.
'Tis an infectious Pestilence,
The Tokens upon Wit and Sense,
That with a venemous Contagion
Invades the sick Imagination;
And, when it seizes any Part,
It strikes the Poyson to the Heart.
This Men of one another catch
By contact, as the Humours match;
And nothing's so perverse in Nature,
As a profound Opiniaster.
And as the Chast Penelope
Unraveld all sh' had don by day
When Night arrivd; so do's shee too,
And all sh' had don before, undo.