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 Go forth and preach impostures to the world,
 But give them truth to build on.  
 Go forth and preach impostures to the world,
 But give them truth to build on. 
 The priest he merry is, and blithe
 Three-quarters of a year,
  But oh! it cuts him like read more 
 The priest he merry is, and blithe
 Three-quarters of a year,
  But oh! it cuts him like a scythe
   When tithing time draws near. 
 The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd:
 Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd.
  His preaching read more 
 The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd:
 Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd.
  His preaching much, but more his practice wrought;
   (A living sermon of the truths he taught:)
    For this by rules severe his life he squar'd:
     That all might see the doctrines which they heard. 
 A kick that scarce would move a horse,
 May kill a sound divine.  
 A kick that scarce would move a horse,
 May kill a sound divine. 
 Even ministers of good things are like torches, a light to 
others, waste and destruction to themselves.  
 Even ministers of good things are like torches, a light to 
others, waste and destruction to themselves. 
 There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark!
 And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.  
 There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark!
 And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk. 
 Would I describe a preacher,
 . . . .
  I would express him simple, grave, sincere;
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 Would I describe a preacher,
 . . . .
  I would express him simple, grave, sincere;
   In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain,
    And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
     And natural in gesture; much impress'd
      Himself, as conscious of his awful charge,
       And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds
        May feel it too; affectionate in look,
         And tender in address, as well becomes
          A messenger of grace to guilty men. 
 But Cristes loore, and his Apostles twelve
 He taughte, but first he folowed it hymselfe.  
 But Cristes loore, and his Apostles twelve
 He taughte, but first he folowed it hymselfe. 
 They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam 
whar the lion roareth and the Wang read more 
 They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam 
whar the lion roareth and the Wang Doodle mourneth for its first 
born--ah!