Classic Poem

Although the times forbid you now to preach
In publick, yet your learned Writings teach
Us how to live in these unhappy daies,
How we should upright walk in slipperie waies.
You are the Oedipus, and do untie
The knottiest points in all divinitie.
Such is the power of your judicious pen,
It stops the mouthes of all gainsaying men;
The Schismatick is routed and undone,
He flies the field since you the day have won.
At last your greatest work you have put forth,
But I'm not able to express its worth,
So excellent it is, and like good wine
Commends itself, it needs no bush of mine.
Go on t' instruct the world, and with your light
Shine out to guide us in the darkest night
Of ignorance and error, which will soon
Unless prevented make us grope at noon.