Through Doubt's distracting Lab'rinths it directs,And all the subtil Windings there detects.As safely steers through Life's wide Ocean,As Skilful Pilates through the boundless Main;It shews here Scylla, there Charybdi lyes,And between both securely leads the Wise;VVho Quick-sands, Rocks & Gulfs supinely braves,A desp'rate Fool may perish in the Waves;VVho mad and heedless wou'd his Guide refuseCan't blame that reason which he cannot use.He that will close, or leave his Eyes behind,Shou'd not accuse his Eyes, because they're blind.If knowingly, vain Man, his Iourney makesThrough Error's fenny Bogs, and thorny Brakes,And craggy, steep, untrodden Paths he takes;'Tis down-right Nonsence then to look uponHis Errors (Nature's Imperfection,)And all Mankind endite with a wrong Bill,Which reaches not his Nature, but his Will.Besides, it's better reason to infer,That is most perfect, which can mostly Err;The Hound that's fam'd for far more politick Nose,Than Men in Parliament or Coffee-house;0