Your Béranger, and thought of me.
But really you owe some apology
For harping thus upon theology.
I’m not a judge, I own; in short,
Religion may not be my forte.
The Church of England I belong to,
And think Dissenters not far wrong too;
They’re vulgar dogs; but for his creed
I hold that no man will be d——d.
But come and listen in your turn,