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( 24 ) But that was but a forged lie, For Lag lives hot and bien with me: It was in ſpite he money gave Unto the Prieſt, that greedy ſlave; For he had neither pith nor power To keep my friend from me an hour; For when I heard that he was dead, A legion of my den did lead Him to my place of reſidence, Where ſtill he'll ſtay, and not go hence; For Purgatory, I muſt tell, It is the loweſt place in hell; And from that place they ne'er win free, Tho' greedy Prieſts for gain do lie, In making ignorants conceive, They'll bring them from the infernal cave,<br /d> Such as do bribe them well with gold,<br /d> As heaven with pelf were bought and ſold.<br /d> Sure that is but a vain deceit,<br /d> Contriv'd by Antichriſt of late,<br /d> To keep the worſhippers of the Whore<br /d> Senſeleſs in ſin, blind and ſecure,<br /d> And to make Prieſts look fat and fine,<br /d> Who nought but carnal things do mind.<br /d> This Lag will know, and all the reſt,<br /d> Who ot my lodgings are poſſeſt:<br /d> On earth no more they can ſerve me,<br /d> But ſtill I have their company;<br /d> With this I muſt my grief allay,<br /d> So I no more of L will ſay.

Falkirk—T.Johnston, Printer.