The Echo, Song XLVII

Any one, who reads the scripture, without a true Bunyanic rapture, Will freely own some places in it, Cannot be fathom'd in a minute.

Tho' God set a man to write it, He study'd all the while to indite it In such a form as made a sum, For wrangling ages, yet to come.

Hence, arose fierce goose quill wars, Which hack religion all to scars; They lug and tug it, wring and twist it, To show how one another miss it.