Their witty tales of naughty priests unfold;
''Twas all a craft,' they said, 'a cunning trade,
Not she the priests, but priests religion made:'
So I believed;"—No, Abel! to thy grief,
So thou relinquish'dst all that was belief;—
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"I grew as very flint, and when the rest
Laugh'd at devotion, I enjoy'd the jest;
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But this all vanish'd like the morning-dew,