The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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DUPLICITY;[_]
How unlike the bishops of old are our modern men
of lawn! Formerly they were all pride, hyprocrisy,
insolence, and rapacity; but behold! the present
race are mild, affable, charitable, and generous;
and though so eminently exalted above their
half-starved curates, appear to have been bred
(gentle doves) in the bosom of humility.
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How unlike the bishops of old are our modern men of lawn! Formerly they were all pride, hyprocrisy, insolence, and rapacity; but behold! the present race are mild, affable, charitable, and generous; and though so eminently exalted above their half-starved curates, appear to have been bred (gentle doves) in the bosom of humility.
OR, THE BISHOP OF OLD.
A Bishop, not a British bishop,—no—
(Ours are a sweeter set of saints, I trow)
Was by his sovereign sent to rule abroad:
Immediately upon the news
Of his arrival, came some Jews
To compliment the mitred man of God.
(Ours are a sweeter set of saints, I trow)
Was by his sovereign sent to rule abroad:
Immediately upon the news
Of his arrival, came some Jews
To compliment the mitred man of God.
‘Jews!’ bawl'd the bishop, in the direst passion,
‘D'ye think I'll see that vile apostate nation?
Run, Pierrot—drive them off—run faster, faster;
Tell them they crucified my Heavenly Master.’
‘D'ye think I'll see that vile apostate nation?
Run, Pierrot—drive them off—run faster, faster;
Tell them they crucified my Heavenly Master.’
‘But sir, but sir,’ quoth Pierrot, stepping back,
Devoutly whispering in the bishops's ear—
These Jews bring presents! Lord! at least a sack.’
‘Ah! ah!’ replied the bishop—less austere—
These people could know nothing of the sin—
Poor creatures! well, well, Pierrot, let 'em in.’
Devoutly whispering in the bishops's ear—
These Jews bring presents! Lord! at least a sack.’
‘Ah! ah!’ replied the bishop—less austere—
These people could know nothing of the sin—
Poor creatures! well, well, Pierrot, let 'em in.’
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