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 A Bard here dwelt, more fat than Bard beseems; Who void of Envy, Guile, and Lust of Gain, On Virtue still, and Nature's pleasing Themes, Pour'd forth his unpremeditated Strain, The World forsaking with a calm Disdain: Here laugh'd he careless in his easy Seat, Here quaff'd encircled with the joyous Train; Oft moralizing sage; his ditty sweet

Full oft by Holy Feet our Ground was trod, Of Clerks good Plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily Man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the : He had a roguish Twinkle in his Eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly Dew, If a tight Damsel chaunc'd to trippen by; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his ,