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 | A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford |  |
I come to Errours Hogshead now whose broach
This Centrey had, wherewith it did approach
And tap the same drawing her Canfulls thence
Up to the brim all foming frothy, Hence
I'le poure out that of Heresies, and brew
It well with that of superstitions hew
Now in my Urinall thereby t'divine
The very Simptoms of this sickly time
And by these two this Verdict's on the Case
That Patience blushes at their brazen face.
This Centrey had, wherewith it did approach
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Up to the brim all foming frothy, Hence
I'le poure out that of Heresies, and brew
It well with that of superstitions hew
Now in my Urinall thereby t'divine
The very Simptoms of this sickly time
And by these two this Verdict's on the Case
That Patience blushes at their brazen face.
| A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford | |