He’d pray devoutly and divinely sing.
Admit that he the holy day would spend
As priests approved not, still he was a friend;
Much then I blame the preacher as too nice
To call such trifles by the name of vice;
Hinting, though gently and with cautious speech,
Of good example—’tis their trade to preach.
A weaker man, had he been so reviled,
Had left the place—he only swore and smiled.”