To them it seem'd that, take the tenth away,
Yet priests must eat, and you must feed or pay:
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Would they indeed, who hold such pay in scorn,
Put on the muzzle when they tread the corn?
Would they, all gratis, watch and tend the fold,
Nor take one fleece to keep them from the cold?
Men are not equal, and 'tis meet and right
That robes and titles our respect excite;
Order requires it; 'tis by vulgar pride