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 No Bigots rule the roaſt, now, with perſecution dire, Sir, Burning zeal now no more heaps the faggot on the fire, Sir: No Biſhop now can boil a poor Jew like a Pigeon, Sir; Nor barbacue a Pagan, like a a Pig, for Religion, Sir. Such are, &c.

Now, no legendary ſaint, robs the lab’rer of one day, Sir, Except now and then, when he celebrates St. Monday, Sir, And good folks, ev’ry Sabbath, keep church without a pother, Sir, By walking in at one door, and stealing out at t’other, Sir. Such, &c.

Then for dreſs—modern Belles bear, the bell beyond compare, Sir, Though farthingales and ruffs, are got rather out of wear, Sir; But when truſs’d up like pullets, whether fat, lean, or plump, Sir, ’Tis no matter, ſo they have got, but a merry thought and rump, Sir. Such &c.

Such promontaries, sure, may be ſty’ld inacceſſibles, As our ſmall clothes, by Prudes, are pronounc’d inexpreſſibles; And the taſte of our Beaux won’t admit of diſpute, Sir,