To a Young Robert C–, a Divine

AS for you, Mr. Bob ,
Who with Deans hob or nob,
Or with gentlemen-sinners
Take a circle of dinners,
And leave Psalms in the lurch
When you go to your Church—
Like a buck, hunt and shoot—
Wear a tight-sitting boot—
Play, as you and as we know,
All the game at casino —
Dance and kick up your heels
With Miss ******** in reels—
Ride Ashort little hack
To Lord Pembroke and back—
I foresee that you 'll dish-up
Quite an elegant Bishop.
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