Such must be loved wherever they appear’d.
Not such the stern old Rector of the time,
Who soothed no culprit, and who spared no crime;
Who would his fears and his contempt express
For irreligion and licentiousness;
Of him our Village Lord, his guests among,
By speech vindictive proved his feelings stung.
“Were he a bigot,” said the ’Squire, “whose zeal
Condemn’d us all, I should disdain to feel:
But when a man of parts, in college train’d,