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Rh As vile and profligate a villain, As modern Scroggs, or old Tresilian ; Who long all justice had discarded, Nor fear'd he God, nor man regarded; Vow'd on the dean his rage to vent, And make him of his zeal repent: But Heaven his innocence defends, The grateful people stand his friends; Not strains of law, nor judge's frown, Nor topicks brought to please the crown, Nor witness hir'd, nor jury pick'd, Prevail to bring him in convict. "In exile, with a steady heart, He spent his life's declining part; "Where