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On a Norfolk PARSON.
I Sing the Man of Norfolk Clergy,
Who every Night, snores, loud his Dirge;
Whose last Address to God Alm---ty,
Is the Jews A-men, so Good Night t'ye.
Who every Night, snores, loud his Dirge;
Whose last Address to God Alm---ty,
Is the Jews A-men, so Good Night t'ye.
His Flesh is willing, but his Spirit
Submits to That of good red Claret.
Submits to That of good red Claret.
Tobacco is his only Incense,
And drinking Healths, is Pray'r, in his Sense.
Tobacco! in his Mouth, that Censer,
So daily offer'd, makes Amends, Sir,
For all his Faults; as Want of Thinking,
And Throat untuneful, dry with Drinking,
And many more, which, not for Want on
A Rhyme, we do not now descant on;
But 'cause it is our Will and Pleasure,
To name 'em at some other Leisure.
And drinking Healths, is Pray'r, in his Sense.
Tobacco! in his Mouth, that Censer,
So daily offer'd, makes Amends, Sir,
For all his Faults; as Want of Thinking,
And Throat untuneful, dry with Drinking,
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A Rhyme, we do not now descant on;
But 'cause it is our Will and Pleasure,
To name 'em at some other Leisure.
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