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Must be supplied with objects of his choice,
Where'er he turns, enjoyment and delight,"
Or present, or in prospect, meet his sight;
Those open on the spot their honey'd store;
These call him loudly to pursuit of more.
His unexhausted mine the sordid vice
Avarice shows, and virtue is the price.
Her various motives his ambition raise
Pow'r, pomp, and splendour, and the thirst of praise;
There Beauty wooes him with expanded arms;
Ev'n Bacchanalian madness has it's charms.
Nor these alone, whose pleasures less refin'd
Might well alarm the most unguarded mind,
Seek to supplant his inexperiene'd youth,

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No. But his own engagement binds him fast;
Or, if it does not, brands him to the last,
What atheists call him-a designing knave,
A mere church juggler, hypocrite, and slave.
Oh, laugh or mourn with me the rueful jest,
A cassock'd huntsman, and a fiddling priest !
He from Italian songsters takes his cue:
Set Paul to music, he shall quote him too.
He takes the field, the master of the pack
Cries-Well done saint! and claps him on the back.
Is this the path of sanctity? Is this

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Himself a wand'rer from the narrow way,
His silly sheep what wonder if they stray?

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Send your dishonour'd gown to Monmouth street !
The sacred function in your hands is made...
Sad sacrilege! no function, but a trade !

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Laymen have leave to dance, if parsons plays

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Our sabbaths, clos'd with mumm'ry and buffoon,
Preaching and pranks will share the motley scene,

Ours parcell'd out, as thine have ever been
God's worship and the mountebank between.
What says the prophet? Let that day be blest
With holiness and consecrated rest.

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