Still they are sure to be i’ th’ right. 
’Tis a dark-lanthorn of the Spirit, 505
Which none see by but those that bear it: 
A light that falls down from on high,
For spiritual trades to cozen by
An Ignis Fatuus, that bewitches
And leads men into pools and ditches, 510
To make them dip themselves, and sound
For Christendom in dirty pond
To dive like wild-fowl for salvation,
And fish to catch regeneration. 
This light inspires and plays upon 515
The nose of Saint like bag-pipe drone,
And speaks through hollow empty soul,
As through a trunk, or whisp’ring hole,
Such language as no mortal ear
But spirit’al eaves-droppers can hear:  520
So Phoebus, or some friendly muse,
Into small poets song infuse,
Which they at second-hand rehearse,
Thro’ reed or bag-pipe, verse for verse.

Thus Ralph became infallible 525
As three or four-legg’d oracle,
The ancient cup, or modern chair;
Spoke truth point-blank, tho’ unaware.

For mystick learning, wond’rous able
In magick Talisman and Cabal, 530
Whose primitive tradition reaches
As far as ADAM’S first green breeches: 
Deep-sighted in intelligences,
Ideas, atoms, influences;
And much of Terra Incognita, <> 535
Th’ intelligible world, cou’d say: 
A deep OCCULT PHILOSOPHER,
As learn’d as the wild Irish are,
Or Sir AGRIPPA ; for profound
And solid lying much renown’d. 540
He ANTHROPOSOPHUS, and FLOUD,
And JACOB BEHMEN understood: 
Knew many an amulet and charm,
That wou’d do neither good nor harm: 
In ROSY-CRUCIAN lore as learned, 545
As he that Vere adeptus earned. 
He understood the speech of birds
As well as they themselves do words;
Cou’d tell what subtlest parrots mean,
That speak, and think contrary clean:  550
What Member ’tis of whom they talk,
When they cry, Rope, and walk, knave, walk. 
He’d extract numbers out of matter,
And keep them in a glass, like water;
Of sov’reign pow’r to make men wise; 555
For drop’d in blear thick-sighted eyes,
They’d make them see in darkest night
Like owls, tho’ purblind in the light. 
By help of these (as he profess’d)
He had First Matter seen undress’d:  560
He took her naked all alone,
Before one rag of form was on. 
The Chaos too he had descry’d,
And seen quite thro’, or else he ly’d: 
Not that of paste-board which men shew 565
For groats, at fair of Barthol’mew;
But its great grandsire, first o’ the name,
Whence that and REFORMATION came;