Book I, 98: On some raw Divines

Some raw Divines, no sooner are Espous'd
To their first Wives, and in the Temple hous'd,
But straight the Peace is broke: They now begin
T'appoint the Field, to fight their Battailes in:
School-men must war with School men; text with text:
The first's the Chaldee's Paraphrase; the next
The Septuagints: Opinion thwarts Opinion;
The Papist holds the first; The last, th' Arminian;
And then the Councells must be call'd t'advice,
What this of Lateran sayes; what that of Nice:
And here the poynt must be anew disputed;
Arrius is false; and Bellarmine's confuted:
Thus with the sharpe Artill'ry of their Wit,
They shoot at Random, carelesse where they hit:
The slightly studied Fathers must be prayd,
Although on small acquaintance, in to ayd,
Whose glorious Varnish must impose a glosse
Vpon their Paint, whose gold must gild their drosse:
Now Martine Luther must be purg'd by them,
From all his Errors, like a School-boyes Theame;
Free-wil's disputed, Consubstantiation
And the deepe Ocean of Predestination,
Where, daring venter, oft, too far into't,
They, Pharo like, are drownd both Horse and Foot:
Forgetting that the Sacred Law enioynes
New-married men to sit beneath their Vines,
And cheare their Wives: They must not venter out
To Warre, untill the Yeare be run about.