Classic Poem

Here old Sarum lies,
As great as wife,
And learned as Tom Aquinas ;
Lawn-Sleeves he wore,
And yet no more
A Christian than Socinus .
Oaths Pro& Con!
He swallow'd down,
Took Fees like any Layman;
Read, preach'd, and pray'd,
And yet betray'd
God's Holy Word for Mammon.
Of every Vice
He had a Spice
Tho' a renowned Prelate;
Yet liv'd and dy'd,
If not bely'd,
A true Dissenting Zealot:
If such a Soul,
To Heav'n is stole,
And escaped old Satan's Clutches;
We'll then presume,
There may be room
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