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Rh Then I Tradescant's rarities outdo, Sand's water-works, and German clock-work too, Or any choice device at Bartholomew. Sometimes I utter oracles, by priest Instead of a familiar possessed. The church I vindicate, Luther confute, And cause amazement in the gaping rout. Such holy cheats, such hocus tricks, as these, Por miracles amongst the rabble pass. By this, in their esteem I daily grow, In wealth enriched, increased in votaries too; This draws each year vast numbers to my tomb, More than in pilgrimage to Mecca come; This brings each week new presents to my shrine, And makes it those of India gods outshine; This gives a chalice, that a golden cross, Another massy candlesticks bestows, Some, altar-cloths of costly work and price, Plush, tissue, ermine, silks of noblest dies, The Birth and Passion in embroideries; Some jewels, rich as those the Ægyptian punk In jellies to her Roman lover drunk; Some offer gorgeous robes, which serve to wear When I on holy days in state appear; When I'm in pomp on high processions shown, Like pageants of Lord Mayor, or Skimmington. Lucullus could not such a wardrobe boast; Less those of popes at their election cost;