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A holier Priest ne'er was wrapt up in Crape;
And there he grew fond of another Man's Wife; Burst into her Chamber, and wou'd have carest her, But Ihe valu'd her Honour much more than her
And now to attack her again he prepares;
And orders the Landlord to bring him a Whore; No Scruple came on him his Gown to expose,
"Twas what all his Life he had pra&is'd before.
He had made himself drunk with the Juice of the
Resolv'd for a Fortnight to swim in Delight;
İn Church and in State was of Principles fourid;
And griev'd that a Tory should live above Grounds
Each Priest had a Concubine, jure Ecclefiæ;
Then, why should the Dean, when Whores are so
cheap, Be put to the Peril, and Toyl of a Rape?
VIII. If Fortune should please but to take such a Crotchet,
(To thee I apply great Smedley's Succeffor) To give thee Lawn-Sleeves; a Mitre and Rotchet, Whom would'st thou resemble? I leave thee a
Condemnd for thy Crime, at three Score and Ten? To hang him all England would lend him their
agen. Then throttle thy self with an Ell of strong Tape, For thou hast not a Groat to attone for a Rape.
t A Bishop of Waterford, fent from England a Hundred
THE Dean he was vext that his Whores were fo
willing: He long'd for a Girl that would struggle and
He rayish'd her fairly, and fav’d a good Shilling;
But, here was to pay the Devil and all.
Why are they so wilful to struggle with Men? If they would but lye quiet, and ftifle their Voice,
No Devil nor Dean could ravish 'em then. Nor would there be need of a strong Hempen Cape, Ty'd round the Dean's Neck, for committing a Rape,
XII. Our Church and our State dear England maintains, For which all true Protestant Hearts should be
glad; She sends us our B----s and J---s and D-----;
And better would give us, if better she had;
But, Lord how the Rabble will stare and will gape When the good Englis Dean is hang'd up for a
Place of the Damn'd,
Written in the Year 1731.
LL Folks, who pretend to Religion and Grace,
But if Hell may by Logical Rules be defin'd The Place of the Damn'd,- I'll tell you my Mind,
WHEREVER the Damn'd do chiefly abound, Most certainly there is HELL to be found ; Damn'd Poets, Damn'd Criticks, Dama'd Block
beads, Damn'd Knaves, Damn'd Senators brib’d, Damn'd prostitute Slaves ;