Preferment

I ask'd one day an Irish cousin,
Who had preferments by the dozen,
— To make some little office mine;
Judicial was to be the line. —

He answer'd: — Faith — my hands are full;
But, though it may appear a bull,
One hates to leave you in the lurch —
You may command me in the Church . —
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