Sense and judgment oft indeed Spy but little and mislead,
Ground us on a shelf!
Happy he whom Truth doth teach, Not by forms of passing speech,
But her very self!
Why of hidden things dispute, Mind unwise, howe'er astute,
Making that thy task
Where the Judge will, at the last, When disputing all is past,
Not a question ask?
Folly great it is to brood
Over neither bad nor good,
Eyes and ears unheedful!
Ears and eyes, ah, open wide For what may be heard or spied
Of the one thing needful!