Wholesome Advice to a City Knight, over-run with
Rhimes and Hypocrisie: Occasion'd by his Satyr against Wit.
By the Right Honourable the Earl of Anglisea.
We bid thee not give o'er the Killing-Trade:
Whilst Fees come in, 'tis fruitless to disswade.
Religion is a Trick you've practis'd long,
To bring in Pence, and gull the gaping Throng.
But all thy Patients now perceive thy Aim,
They find thy Morals and thy skill the same.
Then, if thou would'st thy Ignorance redress,
Prithee mind Physick more, and Rhiming less.
