A QUAKER'S stiffness, with a tradesman's grin; A Jesuit's conscience, with an open mien; A sailor's breeding, with a courtier's art; A zealot's fury, with an atheist's heart; These are thy honours! -- Not thy wild expense, Fed and supported by the public pence, Poured forth in awkward, splendid, motley treats, Where dirt with cleanness, want with fullness meets; Devoured by hungry parsons, sots, and fools, All well-picked, servile, suppliant, fawning fools; Who with dull flatt'ry, and admiring eyes, Applaud thy bawdy, blasphemy, and lies. |