Fresh and fine deities. They were at great cost

Who for a god clearly a sallet lost!

O, what a thing is man devoid of grace,

Adoring garlic with a humble face!

Begging his food of that which he may eat,

Starving the while he worshippeth his meat!

Who makes a root a god, how low is he,

If God and man be severed infinitely!

What wretchedness can give him any room,

Whose house is foul, while he adores his broom?”