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[When Job contending with the Devil I saw]

When Job contending with the Devil I saw,
It did my Wonder, but not Pity draw:
For I concluded, that without some Trick,
A Saint at any time could match Old Nick.
Next, came a fiercer Fiend upon his Back,
I mean his Spouse, and stunn'd him with her Clack;

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But still I could not pity him, as knowing
A Crab-tree Cudgel soon would send her going.
But when the Quack engag'd with Job I spy'd,
The Lord have Mercy on poor Job, I cry'd,
What Spouse and Satan did attempt in vain,
The Quack will compass with his Murd'ring Pen,
And on a Dunghil leave poor Job agen.
With Impious Doggrel he'll pollute his Theme,
And make the Saint against his Will blaspheme.