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On Purgatory.
When the Almighty did his Palace frame,That glorious shining Place he Heav'n did name:
And when the first Rebellious Angels fell,
He doom'd them to a certain Place, call'd Hell.
There's Heav'n and Hell confirm'd in Sacred Story:
But yet I ne'er could read of Purgatory,
That Priests have fram'd for the good Roman Race:
Our Maker never thought of such a Place.
It is a Place sure somewhere under ground;
Where sinful Souls lie fluxing till they're sound.
O Rome! we own thee for a learn'd wise Nation,
To add a Place wanting in God' Creation.
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