Poems by Matthew Stevenson | ||
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TRUTH.
I cannot love the man delights in evil,But hate Hypocrisie, for that's the Divel.
And I confess I have no kindnesse for
An old false Treach'rous Sollicitor.
A Foot Post that for bub does alwayes run,
As if he had more businesse than the Sun.
I hate that zeal that does Æquivocate,
And him that does a lye precisely prate.
This mind I am, and shall be ever in,
Cursed Hypocrisie doubles all sin.
I hate all vice, but from Presbytery,
Lord if it be thy will? deliver me.
Poems by Matthew Stevenson | ||