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That fam'd cross block, at which the Jews did stumble,No longer Jews, or wiser Greeks, doth humble:
Grecians may call it foolishness indeed
Afresh, while Hebrews make Christ's members bleed.
A land they curse, invites them and their spouses,
And offers them its fruits, the parks, the houses.
Come, sons of Heber, each Jew bring his wench;
Lo! seat yourselves, and sport on yonder bench.
Each post of honour Jews will greatly grace,
When left by B---ns base degen'rate race.
O sons of lucre! whence this thirst for gold?
Remember Judas too Christ Jesus sold,
Sold to the devil his peace, for sordid pelf,
Then, trembling, sneak'd away, and hang'd himself.
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