Your Chiefs in Sciences and Arts,
Have great Contempt of  Parts.
They find, She giddy is, or dull;
She doubts, if Things are void, or full:
And who should be presum'd to tell,
What She Her self should see, or feel?
She doubts, if two and two make four;
Tho' She has told them ten times o'er.
It can't — it may be — and it must:
To which of these must  trust?
Nay, further yet They make Her go,
In doubting, if She doubts, or no.
Can  set Things right?
No:  soon with  fight:
Or, Both in friendly Consort join'd;
The  limps false behind.
So to some Cunning-Man She goes,
And asks of Him, how much She knows.
With Patience grave He hears Her speak;
And from his short Notes, gives Her back
What from her Tale He comprehended:
Thus the Dispute is wisely ended.