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Rh Then spare our stage, ye methodistic men!

Nor burn damned Drury if it rise again.

But why to brain-scorched bigots thus appeal?

Can heavenly Mercy dwell with earthly Zeal?

For times of fire and faggot let them hope!

Times dear alike to puritan or Pope.

As pious Calvin saw Servetus blaze,

So would new sects on newer victims gaze.

E'en now the songs of Solyma begin;

Faith cants, perplexed apologist of Sin!

While the Lord's servant chastens whom he loves,

And Simeon kicks, where Baxter only "shoves."