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( 3 ) He had no other Deitie, But this world, the fleſh, and me; Unto us he did homage pay, And did us worſhip every day. The thing that he delighted in, Was that which pious folk call ſin, Adult'ry, whoredom, and ſuch vice; Such pleaſures were his Paradiſe: To curſe, to ſwear, and to blaſpheme, He gloried in, and thought no ſhame. To exceſs he drank beer and wine, Till he was drunken like a ſwine. No Sabbath-day regarded he, But ſpent it in profanity; 'Mongſt other vices, as ſome ſay, He raviſh'd virgins on that day! But that which rais'd his fame ſo high, Was the good ſervice done to me, In bearing of a deadly feud 'Gainſt people who did pray and read, And ſought my kingdom to impair, These were the folks he did not ſpare, Any who reads the Scriptures through, I'm ſure they'll find but very few Of my beſt friends that's mention'd there, That could with Grier of Lag compare. Tho' Cain was a bloody man, He to Lag's latchet never came, In ſhedding of the blood of thoſe, Who did my laws and ways oppoſe. He did reſemble Pharaoh near, In this, that he ſhook all fear, Harden'd his heart, would not obey, But ſought the Iſraelites to ſlay,