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 Here negligently Dreaming out the Day, Dissolv'd in Ease the Holy Sluggard lay, Strengthen'd with an immoderate Morning Meal, The Glutton batten'd till the Dinner Bell: Youth in its with vernal Grace, Shone in his Eyes, and brighten'd on his Face; His Chin enormous, overspreads his Chest, In three deep Folds descending on his Breast: There doz'd the leaden Lump of slumbring Fat, While the press'd Cushions groan beneath the Weight.

The Fury entring saw the Table spread, In artful Order elegantly laid; She recogniz'd the Church, and thus address'd, With her delusive Words, the sleeping Priest.

Prelate arise, quit this inglorious Down, Or the proud Chanter will thy Power disown: He Errata