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The fierce Bigot, who vainly does believe
His bantring Zeal can Heaven it self deceive;
With Saint-like Looks the bleer-ey'd Crowd does blind,
And the Jilt Villain damns all Human kind.
His bantring Zeal can Heaven it self deceive;
With Saint-like Looks the bleer-ey'd Crowd does blind,
And the Jilt Villain damns all Human kind.
While the wild Libertine, that Beast of Prey,
Who bears down all that stops him in his way,
Ranges o're all, and takes his savage fill
In the wild Forest of a boundless will:
Swears that Heaven, Jove's, and Hells Eternal Pain,
Are the sick Dreams of a Distemper'd Brain,
Tales fit for Children, a meer holy Jest,
to starve the People, and to glut the Priest.
Who bears down all that stops him in his way,
Ranges o're all, and takes his savage fill
In the wild Forest of a boundless will:
Swears that Heaven, Jove's, and Hells Eternal Pain,
Are the sick Dreams of a Distemper'd Brain,
Tales fit for Children, a meer holy Jest,
to starve the People, and to glut the Priest.
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