A VERDICT FOR THE Pious SACRIFICER.
To
shine, and light, not scorch, thy Muse did aim;
And so hath rais'd this Quintessential Flame.
By th' Salt, and Whiteness of her Lines, We think
With holy Water (Tears) She mixt her Ink;
And both the Fire and Food of this chast Muse
Is more what Altars, than what Tables use.
Who does not pray with Zeal thy Faith may move,
Rightly concentrick with thy Hope and Love.
So, in the Temple these Religious Hosts
From Hecatombs may rise to Holocausts.
WALTER MONTAGUE, Com. Manch. Filius.
