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I Have Always Found That Angels Have The Vanity To Speak Of

Themselves As The Only Wise; This They Do With A Confident Insolence

Sprouting From Systematic Reasoning, Swedenborg Boasts That What He Writes

Is New; Tho' It Is Only The Contents Or Index Of Already Publish'd Books.

A Man Carried A Monkey About For A Shew,& Because He Was A Little Wiser

Than The Monkey, Grew Vain, And Conciev'd Himself As Much Wiser Than Seven

Men. It Is So With Swedenborg: He Shews The Folly Of Churches & Exposes

Hypocrites, Till He Imagines That All Religious,& Himself The Single One

On Earth That Ever Broke A Net. Now Hear A Plain Fact: Swedenborg Has Not

Written One Net Truth, Now Hear Another: He Has Written All The Old

Falsehoods. And Now Hear The Reason. He Conversed With Angels Who Are All

Religious & Conversed Not With Devils Who All Hate Religion. For He Was

Incapable Thro' His Conceited Notions. Thus Swedenborg Writings Are A

Recapitulation Of All Superficial Opinions, And An Analysis Of The More

Sublime But Not Further. Have Now Another Plain Fact. Any Man Of

Mechanical Talents May, From The Writings Of Paracelus Or Jacob Behmen,

Produce Ten Thousand Volumes Of Equal Value With Swedenborg's, And From

Those Of Dante Or Shakespear An Infinite Number. But When He Has Done

This, Let Him Not Say That He Knows Better Than His Master, For He Only

Holds A Candle In Sunshine.