Though our lean faith these rigid laws has given, The full-fed Mussulman goes fat to heaven; For his Arabian prophet with delights Of sense allured his eastern proselytes. The jolly Luther, reading him, began 380 To interpret Scriptures by his Alcoran; To grub the thorns beneath our tender feet, And make the paths of Paradise more sweet; Bethought him of a wife ere half way gone, For 'twas uneasy travelling alone; And, in this masquerade of mirth and love, Mistook the bliss of heaven for Bacchanals above. Sure he presumed of praise, who came to stock The ethereal pastures with so fair a flock, Burnish'd, and battening on their food, to show 390 Their diligence of careful herds below. Our Panther, though like these she changed her head, Yet, as the mistress of a monarch's bed, Her front erect with majesty she bore, The crosier wielded, and the mitre wore. Her upper part of decent discipline Show'd affectation of an ancient line; And Fathers, Councils, Church, and Church's head, Were on her reverend phylacteries read. But what disgraced and disavow'd the rest, 400 Was Calvin's brand, that stigmatized the beast. Thus, like a creature of a double kind, In her own labyrinth she lives confined. To foreign lands no sound of her is come, Humbly content to be despised at home. Such is her faith, where good cannot be had, At least she leaves the refuse of the bad: Nice in her choice of ill, though not of best, And least deform'd, because reform'd the least. In doubtful points betwixt her differing friends, 410 Where one for substance, one for sign contends, Their contradicting terms she strives to join; Sign shall be substance, substance shall be sign. A real presence all her sons allow, And yet 'tis flat idolatry to bow, Because the Godhead's there they know not how. Her novices are taught that bread and wine Are but the visible and outward sign, Received by those who in communion join. But the inward grace, or the thing signified, 420 His blood and body, who to save us died; The faithful this thing signified receive: What is't those faithful then partake or leave? For what is signified and understood, Is, by her own confession, flesh and blood. Then, by the same acknowledgment, we know They take the sign, and take the substance too. The literal sense is hard to flesh and blood, But nonsense never can be understood.