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Or holy discipline, to glorious war
355 He hails the clergy; and, defying shame, Announces to the world his own and theirs! He teaches those to read whom schools dismissid, And colleges, untaught: sells accent, tone, And emphasis in score, and gives to pray’r 860 Th’ adagio and andante it demands. He grinds divinity of other days Down into modern use; transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gall’ry critics by a thousand arts,
365 Are there who purchase of the doctor's ware? 0, name it not in Gath!-it cannot be, That grave and learned clerks should need such aid. He doubtless is in sport, and does but droll, Assuming thus a rank unknown before
370 Grand caterer and dry-nurse of the church!
I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
375 To such I render more than mere respect. · Whose actions say that they respect themselves. But loose in morals and in manners vain, In conversation frivolous, in dress Extreme, at once rapacious and profusez
380 Frequent in park with lady at his side, Ambling and prattling scandel as he goes; & But rare at home, and never at his books, Or with his pen, save when he scrawls a card; Constant at routs, familiar with a round
Of ladyships, a stranger to the poor;
Would I describe a preacher such as Paul, 395
In man or woman, but far most in man, And most of all in man that ministers
415 And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn; Object of my implacable disgust. What!--will a man play tricks--will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form, And just proportion, fashionable mien, And pretty face, in presence of his God? Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes,
As with the diamond on his lilly hand,
435 To me is odious as the nasal twang Heard at the conventicle where worthy men, Misled by custom, strain celestial themes Through the press'd nostril, spectacle-bestrid. Some, decent in demeanor while they preach, 440 That task perform’d, relapse into themselves; And, having spoken wisely, at the close Grow. wanton, and give proof to ev'ry eye, Whoe'er was edify'd, themselves were not! Forth comes the pocket-mirror. First we stroke 445 An eye-brow; next compose a straggling lock; Then with an air most gracefally performid, Fall back into our seat; extend an arm, And lay it at its ease with gentle care, With handkerchief in hand depending low; 450 The better hand more busy gives the nose Its bergamot, or aids th' indebted eye With op’ra glass, to watch the moving scene, And recognise the slow retiring fair.Now this is fulsome; and offends me more Than in a churchman slovenly neglect And rustic coarseness would. A heavenly mind May be indifferent to her house of clay, And slight the hovel as beneath her care; But how a body so fantastic, trim,
And quaint, in its deportment and attire,
He that negotiates between God and man,
O Popular Applause! what heart of man
All truth is from the sempiternal source
Drew from the stream below. More favour'd we
505 · But falsely. Sages after sages strove
In vain to filter off a crystal draught
520 A Deity could solve. Their answers, vague' ii And all at random, fabulous and dark, Left them as dark themselves. Their rules of life Defective and unsanction’d, prov'd too weak To bind the roving appetite, and lead
525 Blind nature to a God not yet reveal’d. 'Tis revelation that satisfies all doubts, Explains all mysteries, except her own, And so illuminates the path of life That fools discover it, and stray no more.
My man of moralş, nurtur'd in the shades