With sad conviction that they warr’d with grace;
To his new church no former friend would come,
They scarce preferr’d her to the Church of Rome;
But thinking much, and weighing guilt and gain,
Conscience and he commuted for her pain;
Then promised Fulham to retain his creed,
And their peculiar paupers still to feed;
Their attic-room (in secret) to attend,
And not forget he was the preacher’s friend:
Thus he proposed, and Conscience, troubled, tried,