Book II, 66: On RAYMOND SEBVND

I Wonder, Raymond, thy illustrious Witt,
Strengthned with so much learning, could commit
So great a Folly, as to goe about,
By Natures feeble light, to blazen out
Such Heav'n-bred Mist'ryes, which the hearts of Men
Cannot conceive, much lesse the darkned Pen
Expresse; such secrets, at whose depth, the Quire
Of blessed Angels tremble, and admire:
Could thy vaine-glory lend no easier taske
To thy sublime Attempt, then to unmaske
The glorious Trinity, whose Tri-une face
Was ne'r discovered by the eye of Grace,
Much lesse by th'eye of Nature, being a story
Objected only to the Eye of Glory?
Put out thy light, bold Raymond, and be wise;
Silence thy tongue, and close thy'ambitious eyes:
Such heights as these, are Subjects far more fit
For holy Admiration, then for Witt.