Because you judge their ordination vain; And so they judge of yours, but donors must ordain. In short, in doctrine, or in discipline, Not one reform'd can with another join: 460 But all from each, as from damnation, fly; No union they pretend, but in Non-Popery. Nor, should their members in a Synod meet, Could any Church presume to mount the seat, Above the rest, their discords to decide; None would obey, but each would be the guide: And face to face dissensions would increase; For only distance now preserves the peace. All in their turns accusers, and accused: Babel was never half so much confused: 470 What one can plead, the rest can plead as well; For amongst equals lies no last appeal, And all confess themselves are fallible. Now since you grant some necessary guide, All who can err are justly laid aside: Because a trust so sacred to confer 476 Shows want of such a sure interpreter; And how can he be needful who can err? Then, granting that unerring guide we want, That such there is you stand obliged to grant: 480 Our Saviour else were wanting to supply Our needs, and obviate that necessity. It then remains, the Church can only be The guide, which owns unfailing certainty; Or else you slip your hold, and change your side, Relapsing from a necessary guide. But this annex'd condition of the crown, Immunity from errors, you disown; Here then you shrink, and lay your weak pretensions down. For petty royalties you raise debate; 490 But this unfailing universal state You shun; nor dare succeed to such a glorious weight; And for that cause those promises detest With which our Saviour did his Church invest; But strive to evade, and fear to find them true, As conscious they were never meant to you: All which the Mother Church asserts her own, And with unrivall'd claim ascends the throne. So, when of old the Almighty Father sate In council, to redeem our ruin'd state, 500 Millions of millions, at a distance round, Silent the sacred consistory crown'd, To hear what mercy, mix'd with justice, could propound: All prompt, with eager pity, to fulfil The full extent of their Creator's will. But when the stern conditions were declared, A mournful whisper through the host was heard, And the whole hierarchy, with heads hung down, Submissively declined the ponderous proffer'd crown. Then, not till then, the Eternal Son from high 510 Rose in the strength of all the Deity: Stood forth to accept the terms, and underwent A weight which all the frame of heaven had bent. Nor he himself could bear, but as Omnipotent. Now, to remove the least remaining doubt, That even the blear-eyed sects may find her out, Behold what heavenly rays adorn her brows,