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[O wretched man! who, while his soul is green]
O wretched man! who, while his soul is green,Must talk of GOD, and something seem to mean;
Explain at large what none has ever known,
With folly half by rote and half his own;
Quibble dogmatic nonsense for his bread,
And pound good words until he beats them dead;
In season, out of season, pray and preach;
And never learn, for he must always teach.
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