English poem
Scyence
by Stephen Hawes (1474–1523)
Theyr sentence is connyng, as appereth well, For by conning theyr arte doth engendre, And wythout connyng we knowe never a dele, Of theyr sentence, but may sone surrendre A true tale, that myght to us rendre Grete pleasure, if we were intelligible Of theyr connyng nothyng impossible.