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132 Should I tell all their several services, Their trentals, masses, dirges, rosaries; Their solemn pomps, their pageants, and parades, Their holy masks, and spiritual cavalcades, With thousand antic tricks, and gambols more; 'Twould swell the sum to such a mighty score' That I at length should more voluminous grow, Than Crabb, or Sirius, lying Fox, or Stow. Believe whatever I have related here, As true, as if 'twere spoke from porphyry chair. If I have feigned in aught, or broached a lie, Let worst of fates attend me, let me be Made the next bonfire for the powder-plot, The sport of every sneering Huguenot; There like a martyred pope in flames expire, And no kind catholic dare quench the fire.