Admiral Gell; an Angel of Goodness but a Great Swearer

I F matchless Toby , nothing loth,
Could swear a military oath,
Which Mercy's Angel, hovering near,
Could hide from Justice with a tear,
Why for these expletives of Gell
Should Bishops doom the pains of Hell?
Perhaps, if Bishops heard him swear,
Like fretful quills they 'd lift the hair: —
But, if they heard the rest apart,
The sense, the virtue, and the heart,
They 'd swear like troopers half the day,
To do it in the — Gellian way .
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