and perhaps like the famous, or infamous rather, motion of the Wheel, which was first set on going, and then carried about and about, round and round, with Bags of Sand tyde to the Wheel, and falling still as the wheel mov'd more and more forcibly, until the violent motion kindled fire in it, and burnt it out of all Motion, but what the sporting wind bestowed upon the cold ashes.Enter Vain-glory, Pretty, Lucifer like a Quaker, Lucifuga.S. John.Madam: You are welcome to my Father-in-Law's house: by that name I commonly stile him: I see you stand close to your word.Mad.Else I were not enstated in that Honesty which I pretend to.S. John.Is this your Quaker?Mad.Yes, Sr. John: This is the Mufty and Head of the Sect.S. John.My Lord, pray speak to him: I am not wife enough.L. Lib.Friend: What is your Judg∣ment concerning Religion!Lucifer.Thou man, who gave thee Au∣thority, thus to question me, thy Fellow-Creature? I am free, and unquestionable in the matter of Religion.S. John.Quaker, You should uncover your head: This is a Lord.Lucifer.Man, thou art deceiv'd: I will not put off my Hat, though he be a Lord: He is but a man as I am, and my Fellow by Birth.L. Lib.What is your Profession?Lucifer.I am a poor ingerant Coun∣treyman, a Cobler by Trade, that profess the knowledge of Truth in a larger size, than ordinary.L. Lib.How attain'd you to this Know∣ledge of so large a Circumference, if you be ignorant of Learning?Lucifer.By Inspiration.Vaing.My Lord, he is inspirited of en∣times, and speaks beyond a man.L. Lib.The Comet is perfectly circular, except where it blazes: yet wants the Perfection and perfect Influence of a star: though because it is neerer, it seems fairer: Besides, it is an Upstare, and risen out of gross Matter. Our Quaker blazes only in the business of Religion.Vaing.Now his Fit enters upon him. Maid, give him a Chair. He trembles.S. John.This is fine sport.L. Lib.The Ague shakes him.Vaing.He returns to himself. ExitLucifuga.Lucifer.The Nightingale growing fat, cannot sing: I have long fasted. Accord∣ing to the multitude of Operations (be they of the same or a different nature) in which the Soul doth busie her self, she per∣formeth each particular Operation with less obsequiousness and ability, and there∣fore less perfectly. Because the Soul being finite and limited, her active virtue is also limited and finite; and so fitting and ap∣plying her activity to divers operations, she gives the cause that each participateth a less portion thereof. It is not within the Sphere of humane power, that one should at the same very time, observingly contem∣plate the Feature of a mans face, beheld with his eyes, and judiciously bend his Thoughts to the curious and bewitching Strains of Musick intruding upon his Ears; nor in the same instant attentively discern the Differences and several Garbs of Co∣lour and Figure. Had I a hundred Under∣standings, and as many Tongues, I have Matter wherewith to lade and load them. Man, there is yet Terra Incognita, a Land unknown to thee, with respect unto know∣ledge and Religion. The truly knowing 0