our pains Th' existence of the thing in doubt remains But tho' no Argument the Being prove If we believe 't is so it is enough If but the deed is done no matter how Faith makes all up when we no Sense allow VVhat tho' the prying Hereticks do find The specious Fabrick is but built on VVind Th' Aereal Phantome no Foundation gains But in unsetled Heads and giddy Brains A Phrensie that in Feverish Tempers reigns That so Chymaeras live and all the Race That raving Minds and wandring Tempers trace That so the Monsters live old Times in Heaven did place VVith this that Ptolomy's Epicycles joyn Their Life and Interest do in one entwine Both live and for their usefulness do sway Forged to solve the wild Phaenomena These Sarcasms value not uphold its Fame Much Aid we from its needful Interest claim Some Tempers are so sharp so deep so strong They follow but where Reason goes along Are refractory nor the Cause will yield Till ground is given on which belief to build But these are few and for our Turn not fit Others of easie Minds and shallow wit Can easily to what others say submit Unable to search deep the Wise believe Say as they say receive as they receive This suits their Temper eases them of pains And is a safe retreat for shallow Brains Pleas'd with the Fraud they on the Guide rely For here the Ignorant and Idle fly Nor can mistrust Infallibility These are the greatest Part o' th' World and these Th' Insinuating Tenet's sure to please What though th' Atlantians ask where 't did remain When three Infallibilities did reign When empty Thunders in the Air did fly And each his emulous Rival did defy Each did his Foe with Usurpation load Anathemas and Curses flew abroad Did Heresy unto each other lay And all th' Abettors of their Lawless sway Did damn each others Edicts and what one Condemned or absolv'd by th' other was undone Sure while the restless Ball was wildly tost Infallibility i' th' Crowd was lost And what misfortunes did the Souls betide That did mean while want an unerring Guide VVhen such Convulsions did the Church molest VVhere could the doubtful Soul take up her rest The Answer 's easie the Event we see The Victor own'd Infallibility The End the Act with holiness impowers A Turkish Tenet 't is and may be ours Leave that to me saith Bavius I will find Some simile that will i' th' case be kind And cheat with superficial Wit the Mind If they th' Existence of the thing require Sense left I 'le to my Metaphors retire And thô we proof o' th' Being first should make Lest we Chymaeras for our Subjects take With airy Notions of the School-men war Dispute of things that never were nor are Vainly like wilder'd men should wander round Be lost in senceless shapes on Fairy-Ground Knight Errant like our devious Journey steer To seek a Prize we know not what or where And fill our empty Heads and Arms with Air. It is enough I tell them that I see Althô the manner still disputed be And thence conclude Infallibility We 'r guided tho' the way we cannot prove We 'r led altho' we don't perceive we move Our Faith to this sure Ankor must be ty'd Altho' it can't be prov'd ther 's such a Guide Th' Evasion pleas'd and most believ'd t would do For senceless Hereticks no Fraud do know When thus the President did Discourse renew Great Bulwark whence our chiefest strength doth flow With Thee Invulnerable to our Foe Infallibility our God below Thou Life and Vigour dost to all impart Sit'st brooding upon every Child of Art. Each Tenet doth upon thy Aid rely Twin Brothers that at once do live and dy On what thou set'st thy Universal Seal Must be believ'd from thence lyes no Appeal What e're thy Stamp for Sterling doth admit Is currant Coin and for belief is fit Thy Pasport given there is no need of more The World thy Sacred Truth must all adore The bane of Wit and arguing thou dost come Nor dost thou leave for Scepticism a room Reason and Sence at thy approach are dumb If thou a Virtue for a Vice dost show Or say'st a Vice a Virtue is 't is so Obey'd by all above and all below On Thee our mighty Champion we rely Nor can we fear while thou stand'st safe our Troy. Cry up Traditions 't is a gawdy sale And where ther 's Reason wanting sways the Scale Urg'd with the Witness of Antiquity And the unerring Scriptures Verity To these our never-failing Friends we fly Unable to behold Truths glaring Light We seek these Mists and hide our selves in Night We make the Story the Relation show Tell the Tradition and the Truth avow Our self the Party Judge and Witness too Brought to the Trial we all Power cry down No Touch-stone is admitted but our own Even Scripture by Tradition must be shown Scripture no longer must a Rule prefer But Heaven stoop down unto the Humane Bar. Victorious State where Rumour Conquest gains And Stories from our own not others Brains Who of his Cause would a decision fear Were he allow'd in his own right to swear Not what for Truth he did believe but hear Gain but this Point our greatest Work is done One strain at this and every thing goes down All that wild Heads or raving Fancies find Flow from hard Spleens or Hypocondriack Wind. What ever Error Folly Policy Or Malice dictate entertain'd shall be Mountains to Mole-hills shrink and th' Pygmy show To a Gigantick Monstrous shape shall grow Lead to Tradition's gloomy Land and there Expose to endless mists the Wanderer 'T is a dark Coast and full of monstrous shows And deadly Pit-falls do the Borders close Once in in vain for guiding Clues men pray The winding Labyrinth doth force a stay No Light doth chear the shades or gild the way Here all Religions meet a publick Scene That th' Errors doth of every Faith contain All that besotted wandring Jews receive All the American Zelots do believe With which their Pagods do the Crowd deceive All was by Ancient Heathenism approv'd Or is by present Paganism belov'd All Ovid's fruitful Brain could e're put on All Follies of the stupid Alcaron Met in this Rendezvous the place where all Embrace agree and into Concord fall Tradition them into one Mass doth call Debase the Honour of the Sacred Book A glass in which we do not care to look Too true and faithful and unus'd to ly It plainly shows us our Deformity That Sacred Light the horrid Shades doth clear Makes Error fly and Holy Truth appear And shews things as they be the only Ill we fear That Touchstone all false Metals will descry And where else outside gilt would cheat the Eye Doth the Intrinsick Worth and Value try What tho' the skulking Heretick doth find Therein a Scheme of his great Master's Mind Brags 't is his dying Saviour's Legacy The Treasury of Truth of
the Times displeas'd And some the want of Agents did molest Some or in Truth or in Appearance good Mislik'd Foundations laid on slippery blood Nor had they quite forgot the due of Gratitude Some Piety some Policy did sway But that on which the greatest stress yet lay Was Caesar's Word and that they must obey But 't was with gnashing Teeth and flaming Eyes When one with jolly Miene and look did rise And speak the Counsel with the Times should hit The late Advice don't with the Juncture fit We in Atlantis ne're by force could gain We 've bravely dar'd indeed but dar'd in vain Our Bulwarks are beat down and what is left Is little more than Policy and shift In vain we to Antiquity do fly No footsteps of Infallibility Or of our Universal Claim there ly We 've brib'd her oft to speak upon our side But when our Gifts and Presents were deny'd With Wracks and Tortures her consent we 've claim'd And by our purging Indices have maim'd Lopp'd and cut off what our Impostures nam'd Our Cobweb Frame of new Divinity Made to uphold our Pageant Hierarchy By dint of Argument is tumbled down That had built upon Smoke its weak Foundation Our Miracles for pleasing Chat make way Our Exorcisms in Laughter spend the Day The Scene is open if we would be wise We with new paint must clothe our Fopperies The World with nauseous Syllogisms is tir'd Major and Minor now no more admir'd Nor have we ought by that dull War acquir'd Wise Heads do know too much and search too deep The looser minds we must in Ignorance keep Since then our Cause we most on Fiction build It must by what it is compos'd be ' upheld By Poetry whose ravishing Art doth tell Not what is true but what is plausible This will young heads with pleasing Notions fill Not thorny Questions but fair Schemes instill And unseen Fetters cast upon the Will. 'T will every temper every Genius suit But most the Ignorant and Dissolute Weak reasons Gorgeous Metaphors array And chiming Verse the Sense will bear away This Counsel rous'd the President who reply'd Th' Advice upon firm Principles rely'd And what might give most hopes 't was yet untry'd But tho' the noblest flights for Poetry Things that even the very Art outvy Do in our heaps of fabulous Legends ly Such is our rigid Fate in vain l 've sought Among our Train to find a Man of Note The Lists are ready nor Rewards we want At hand are all things but the Combatant Th' Adviser reassum'd his Post and cry'd We 've late come over to the Royal side A Proselite whose servile Pen can write For fear reward for mischief or for spite With as much ease can praise and then revile As with the Romans 't was to change the Style His Nature to his Calling laid a Claim As due for Verse from turning hath its Name 'T is true of late fearing th' effects of chance He Horoscop'd about for Maintenance Proffer'd his Venal Pen to serve our Foes To plead the Panthers Cause and ours expose And had they been in their Subscriptions kind He ' had vow'd to write the Panther and the Hind But they with scorn his proffer'd Pains did slite An Act of generous Courage not of Wit Nor 's Mercenary Pen would bribe to write Which once did Cromwell's odious Fame recite A Poet fit for such an Hypocrite He may be useful and we have him sure No matter why he did his Faith abjure Such Proselytes the greatest Bigots be And while their warmth doth last no danger see Strive an assurance of their Zeal to give And former faults by ' obsequiousness retrieve He for our turn is fit by Nature bred He rails at all before him and is fed Hyaena like by tearing up the dead Th' unluckiest Satyrist alive that still Writes his own Character in all that 's ill Of all the World most fit a Vice t' expose That all its Cause Effects and Motions knows Stranger to none can no advantage lose Big with Conceit the empty shape looks great His own dear self obligingly doth treat In melting accents his own praises glide In keen Iambicks all mankind's beside Rewards his Soul in any garb will lap His ductile Soul will put on any shape Vice hath his Patronage and there 's no fear But Hell in time may his Protection share The rather cause the God of Gold is there He courts loud Rumour but lets Truth alone Conscious of Guilt he shuns being justly known And by 's oft changing flyes a Definition Learn'd but in Ill Ingenious but in spite Vertuous from Impotence from Need a Wit Modest when beat in suffering Valiant Honest when forc'd And moderate when in want True but for Interest Civil but for dread Devout for Almes and Loyal but for Bread. The Person pleas'd and so did the Design And soon the Proselite was called in Trembling he stood while thus the President cry'd We various ways for our defence have try'd Our careful Sons their secret Methods take That were not falshood naturally weak So hidden are the Plots and Mines we 've laid We the whole World long since had Captive made All that is left is that with show and paint We hide what doth in real value want The Basis fails the Building tho' 't is fair And high in Clouds its lofty Head doth rear Yet sinks and greater still its Ruines are This be thy Province trick the Mormo fine Rich in appearance tho' there 's nought within That Art thy empty Metaphors dispence The rather cause there is no need of sence But shun a near Inspection prying Eyes And Hereticks are mischievously wise May break the spell and see thro' the disguise Think out a Fable of some Bird or Beast Matter not Reason if it be well drest What tho' the borrow'd Feathers others own Few will detect the cheat few tell when known Aesop did first on the Invention hit Aesop thy like in every thing but Wit. By this time Bavius had compos'd his fear And something thought in his own Praise to ' infer When an unlucky Accident did reign That stop'd his Praise and rais'd his Fear again The utmost Scouts had a strange Monster took Cruel in action and a Fiend in look Drew him by force thro' the amazed throng VVhich with wild outcrys usher'd him along Such shapes before Atlantis ne're array'd Such Pliny ne're or Gezner found or made Nor e're such Schemes in Travellers Brains were laid From every Creature he a portion stole And seemed an Epitome o' th' whole The Pawes o' th' Bear and Fangs o' th' VVolf he wore The Tail o' th' Fox and Bristles of the Boar The Tricks o' th' Ape and Eyes o' th' quaking Hare Still backward cast to see if th' Foe was near A Limb of every Species did he wear And some for Fancy or cold fear will do 't Affirm'd they saw the Devils cloven foot Some thought he was a piece o' th' Chaos
Peace and Joy. That Orient Jewels in each Line beam forth And shine with genuine not with borrow'd Worth. That starry Characters their Light display Thro' Mists and Errors point the Sacred way And midst of Night and Darkness force a Day Truths that Philosophy did seek in vain With devious Travail and with anxious Pain But ne're the Heavenly Secrets could attain Knowledge so lofty so sublime and high Th' Angelick Forms do in the Mysteries pry The Pattern and Idaea of the Deity That Faith unto this standard must repair And all our Deeds we by this Rule must square And what exceeds or doth come short doth err It is enough it is not for our use And therefore wisely we must keep it close The Bible Bavius cry'd it is confess'd I 've read so much of I can break a Jest Have learned to prophane it but that said For more I never did disturb my Head. I ne're had kindness for 't and have less now I 'll take the Counsel and improve it too 'T is well resolv'd th' Adviser cry'd and then Thus did pursue his Argument again Lap't in Obscurity from prying Eyes The common Crowd by this may grow too wise And too much Knowledge learns them to despise Call 't a dumb rule that no disputes can end Tho' 't is the Message Heaven himself did send Say Hereticks from hence do claim their right And 'cause they see amiss condemn the Light. Because the Text by them 's misunderstood Arraign the whole deny the Rule is good Grant 't is a dying Testament yet we Must not on what is there laid down rely That may bring Error nor must be receiv'd What 's writ but what by others is believ'd The express words must all in Vapours end And upon doubtful Heresie all depend Object the doubts have risen of Moses Law But hide the Follies that Traditions draw How when the Jews the written Law did leave And Planet-struck to Oral fiction cleave Ridiculous Follys did for Truths appear Absur'd and raving Stories fill'd each Ear Upon Truths Basis monstrous shapes were bred And senceless Talmuds in the Bibles stead That did not Truth from Holy VVrit prevail So fatal 't is without this Star to sail Religion soon would dwindle to a Tale. Fly from that Test that will no Errors hide Shun that as guilty men the Law avoid Assert the Real Presence tho' there lies A numerous Army of Absurdities Marshal'd i' th' Tenet tho' it doth oppose All clearest sence or guiding Reason knows Or all that Philosophick depths disclose Tho' endless War with Truth it doth commence Not above only but against all sence Tho' 't make a Body take a Spirits right To every part o' th' World extends its might A fair way to make matter infinite Tho' beyond Ovid's strain the Notion's rais'd Who made his Gods and made them what he pleas'd Their hungry Maws with high Ambrosia fed Turn'd them to Birds and Beasts but ne're to Bread. Tho' th' wise Arabian would not eat his God But with Philosophers would make 's aboad Rather than tread in that inhumane road Yet 't is of use for Show for Pomp and State Will awful Reverence and Respect create But yet too gross to be Aethereal No doubt when India first to Rome did fall Embrac'd with greedy Joy by th' hungry Cannibal Tell them 't is safe and easie to rely Upon what others think what others see That would we truly see or feel or taste Our erring Senses first must be displac'd And if the ready way to Truth be sought We must not by our Sense be rul'd but Thought But if the stubborn Heretick denys To lose his Taste or to put out his Eyes And urges still Impossibilities If he from Sense or Reason want's a proof Say but that God can do 't and 't is enough Rail at the hated Test load it with all Th' Invectives can from Rage or Envy fall 'T is a curst Bar that we must first remove Before our Projects can successful prove Lay to its charge unnat'ral Cruelty Draw horrid Landskips that may fright the Eye And turn't from Christian Society All answers for the Test with Clamour drown But do not name our Inquisition 'T will put the Test in Countenance and be For what we hate the great'st Apology The Racks the Tortures and th' languishing pain That in her secret Vaults and Caverns reign The loud Convulsive Grones and Sighs that ne're From their dark Prisons reach a pitying Ear The shrilling Crys that none but Heaven doth hear The dreadful Scene and worse Tormentors who Strangers to pity no Compassion know Seems to out do the horrid Shades below The baleful look that every thing doth wear Will make the Test seem innocent and fair 'T was first design'd against the Moors and Jews But now 'gainst Christians hath its fatal use Revile th' establish'd Church pull down its pride 'T is Meritorious Bolzac be thy guide Bolzac that all thy Faculties did own For Impudence and scurrilous falshood known For Pride for Want and Irreligion Bolzac will Thee with virulent spleen inspire That banish'd twice and thrice Apostate Fryar The way to Calumny's a beaten road With villanous Aretine make thy aboad Who blasted the Repute of all but God And he was miss'd because he knevv him not Her beauteous Face vvith envious Sarcasms blot Seen thro' thy Glasses she vvill change her hieu The Object as the Medium is vve vievv A secret Envy Beauties do attend All Love maliciously their Faults to ' extend A celebrated Beauty seldom hath a Friend Allow she 's Beauteous but her Honour taint And draw a Fiend-like Visage o're the Saint Say she 's not modest as old Sinners use Who those fair ones they can't corrupt abuse And since she to our Party can't be brought Object the Wolf into her Heart is got There 's danger lest that Sect should grow too wise Unite their Strength when they have op'd their Eyes Close with their Mother whom they 've long defy'd Own their Obedience and abate their Pride Our Wisdom 't is to keep the breaches wide Debase the Glory of her Race tho' she Doth draw her sparkling Genealogy In a long Series from the Deity Yet if we can but Clouds and Darkness raise And hide from common view her Line of Praise Night renders all things like we soon may find A way to stab the Glory of her kind And since her firm Faith to an injur'd Prince The World doth of her Loyalty convince Her Loyalty in Honours Book enroll'd That 't would be an Attempt too high and bold E're Time had th' Memory of things eras'd To have the Glory of her deeds debas'd Confess she 's Loyal but some Quaeres put And stab her Praises with an Envious But And tho' there lys no reason for 't yet cry She now repents of her late Loyalty Nor let her Sons escape from Censure free Invention can the room of
Truth supply And if nought else a Calumny will bear At least lay Luxury unto their share Rail and out-face them but what e're befalls Name not the Riots of our Cardinals Nor e're the Lazy Gluttony reveal With which our stupid Monasteries swell Thoughtful and dull according to his use Stood Bavius proling for his barren Muse Hoording what others prodigally spend When mention of the Clergy did his silence end And thus he rav'd that Task my Mind doth fit My Foes shall feel the lashes of my Wit. A Phlegmatick dull Gown-man is a Theam Doth Rage and Malice o're my Fancy stream Uneasie at the sight o' th' loathed brood Their Coat I hare as Elephants do Blood. 'T is true l once 't is an unwelcome thought But what their odious Race hath dearly bought Such is the fate of Poets press'd with want Did seek among their Train my Seâ—t to plant And would you think the Gourmands the request would grant I that among the Stars my Head did place Familiar grew with Gods and all the God-like Race And scorned down-ward on the Crowd to gaze Did op'e the Graves of all before me tear Insulted over each Inferior Could no Superior nor an Equal bear Curse on my rigid Fate at last that I By the dull Clergy should affronted be That breath'd and grasp'd at Immortality No Reverence paid to my exalted Name No deep Attention to my Trump of Fame That they my Life should into question call Rip up my Morals my Employment gall Till I below th' Contempt of those I scorn'd did fall Deeply the Wound doth bleed nor can be cur'd Till I 've return'd the Wrongs I have indur'd Let Conscience Honesty Religion go Rather then not be ' avenged of my Foe I 'l call them Smell feasts that attend for fare I that like Flies to ' every Board repair And vex the weary Thresholds find them there The Sense of Vultures is but dull to mine At farthest distance I know where they dine I 've rob'd them of their Fame and if I cou'd Such is my hate I would substract their Food Nor shall their Marriage scape it is a state That I for Reasons too well known do hate I have been bit that which experience knows Is the best Satyr and can best expose I 'll tax their Constancy and say 't is gain Not Conscience their buoy'd Spirits doth sustain And he that bids the highest sways the Train Tho' we to our Confusion have found Not all our Arts or force could make them quit their Ground Truth is a narrow bound the daring Mind Doth hidden Coasts and unknown Regions find New Rarities do in Impostures ly Affect the Mind and chear the drooping Eye 'T is tiresome still to walk i' th' road of Verity What is most fit not what 's most true I 'll use The only way of bashfulness I choose And naked Truth will modestly refuse Much more Advice was ready to be spoke And Bavius more of his Design had broke When one with great surprize brought the report Of an unusual Joy in the Atlantian Court Imperfect Rumours all about did fly Some did affirm what others did decry Some with design to ' amuse did falshood tell And some even Truth did into falshood swell But that which list'ning Bavius most did chill Was th' News that every Tongue and Ear did fill Of an old Law was reinforc'd of late By Plato made for the Atlantian State By which that Coast must never Poets hide But severe Mulcts and Sanctions do provide None of the chiming Tribe do there abide Various the Rumours as the Men nor coo'd By th' wisest Heads the Truth be understood Till a swift Courier brought into the Court With low Obeisance thus made his Report Last Night while the devout Atlantians pray'd And high Devotions at their Altars pay'd With earnest and redoubled Crys implor'd The mighty Aid of their Indulgent Lord An unknown Musick ravish'd every Ear Inspir'd bless'd Joy and did dispell all Fear No Mists could stay when th' Sun of Righteousness was near Each Note tun'd up the Soul calcin'd the Mind Commenc'd them something more than humane kind Their very Bodies into Souls refin'd Not quite in Heaven yet then the Earth more high Above the Earth and but below the Sky Half Men half Saints 'twixt Heaven and Earth they try The very Line 'twixt Men and Immortality Scarce more exalted Joy doth Saints possess When they by Angels borne to Heaven do press Ravish'd with Halelujahs so they ly Embalm'd in Bliss and swallow'd up in Joy. Long was the Rapture till their wondring Eyes Saw a new glorious Light adorn the Skies As thô among the shades another Sun would rise But greater was the Light more bright the Rays Than ever yet adorn'd the best of Days Since the World did her head above the Chaos raise Did other common Days as far exceed As the first Infant-Light the Chaos did Till opening Heaven her strict embraces loos'd And the vast Treasure to the World disclos'd A numerous Host their Banners did display Myriads of Angels deck'd the sparkling way Each brighter than the Sun who blushing fled And in the briny Depths did hide his head Such lustre their united Rays display'd You 'd think the Earth a part of Heaven was made Glorious the Rays but so benign and kind While other common ones do onely blind They fill the Eyes with wonder and with Joy the Mind Before them all but brighter far than they From which each did reflect his borrow'd Ray And with veil'd Faces did low Adoration pay An heavenly Form appear'd in whom there strove A mixed War of Majesty and Love In whose pure Essence wonders do intwine Finite and Infinite in one do join Short Time and long Eternity combine His Body for he is to Earth ally'd The lower World and honour'd Mankinds Pride Pure as unmixed Light was glorifi'd Thro' which the brightness of the God head shone And all with Glory ' Ineffable did Crown Matter did not the Deity annoy Nor yet the Man the God-head did destroy Mercy and Pity grac'd his Look and Mind Tender and to Compassion inclin'd And his Embraces ever soft and kind Wide Arms to cherish and a list'ning Ear That bows to hear and grant a Wretches prayer With double Glory were his VVounds beset If Heaven degrees of Glory doth admit Wounds he did for his Enemies safety get Crowned Attendants did Obeysance pay Martyrs and Confessors led on the way And Robes of Glory did for future Conquerors stay When on a sudden e're the fixed Eye That view'd with Sacred earnestness the Sky Could move the glorious heavenly Guest drew nigh Mov'd not as Men that by gradation go But swift as Sun-beams thro' their progress flow He came and all the Court with Glory fill'd And balmy Ivy on every Soul instill'd No shades of Grief remain where Heaven doth gild But who can tell the Glorys of the Day What his Immaculate Spouses rich array How she did with redoubled glory shine Spotless without and Beauteous all within What zealous haste inspir'd her joyful feet When her beloved She went out to meet VVhat eager Love did sparkle in her Eye VVhat passionate Zeal what decent Majesty VVhat chast Embraces given and what return'd In equal flames how both the Lovers burn'd Tho' more of Majesty in him did dwell And she the more of tenderness did feel VVhat charming Talk the glorious meeting grac'd VVhat tender words and sighs for dangers past VVhat mutual Vows of everlasting Love What promise of Protection from Above How the great Brides-groom's glory thro' her shone Met like two joyned Stars that seem'd but one What a Seraphick Love all bosoms mov'd That savv the sight even Angels savv and lov'd How show'ring Joys did on Atlantis fall The Canopy of Heaven did shade it all In Blessings Heaven dissolv'd did it a Goshen call How a new Edict was proclaimed there That under Heaven's displeasure none should dare Against her setled endless Peace to vvar No Mortal the great Task can undertake It onely fits a Cherubim to speak Fly fly the fatal Land my Eyes beheld The mountains all with heavenly Armys fill'd Not greater the Judean Regions swell'd When the great Prophet open'd faithless eyes And shew'd th' Aethereal Guard against their Enemies Th' Advice was weighty but it was not took For malice cannot upon Concord look Nor can Ambition Peace and Quiet brook Restless for Rage and Envy 's such they stood While bless'd Atlantis guarded by a God Safe underneath his Wing made her aboad FINIS The Author living remote from the Press some few Errata's have pass'd in the Printing these Sheets but being most Literals the Reader is desir'd to mend them with his Pen. Hind and Panth. p. 5. p. 37. p. 37. p. 41. p. 43. p. 44. p. 44. p. 41. p. 53. p. 50. p. 6. p. 8. p. 6. p. 19. p. 20. p. 122. p. 134. p. 127. p. 127. p. 21. p. 86.