Would you rise in the church, be stupid and dull, Be empty of learning, of insolence full: Though lewd and immoral, be formal and grave, In flattery an artist, in fawning a slave, No merit, no science, no virtue is wanting In him, that's accomplished in cringing and canting: Be studious to practise true meanness of spirit; For who but Lord Bolton was mitred for merit? Would you wish to be wrapped in a rochet -- in short, Be as poxed and profane as fanatical Hort. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW WE BURNED THE 'PHILADELPHIA' by BARRETT EASTMAN THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR OUR MASTER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SABBATH THOUGHTS by GRACE AGUILAR |