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can believe with common sense, A bacon slice gives God offence; Or, how a herring has a charm Almighty vengeance to disarm? Wrapp'd up in Majesty divine, Does he regard on what we dine?

MARCH'D three miles through scorching sand, With zeal in heart, and notes in hand: I rode four more to Great St. Mary, Using four legs, when two were weary: To three fair virgins I did tie men, In the close bands of pleasing Hymen: I dipp'd two babes in holy water, And purify'd their mother after.

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