 | Churchill defended, a poem |  |
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Would not we find extremely cold and stale
A Sermon spoken by a Reverend Prig
In all the Pomp of Gown, and Band, and Wig,
Mangling the Meaning of a holy Text
With—I'll consider first—I'll speak to next—
Or such odd Stuff, such Castles in the Air
As oft contaminate the House of Prayer,
Preach'd by Enthusiasts, Enemies to God,
R---e the Frantic, or the flimsy D---d?
| Churchill defended, a poem | |