What scenes of horror would that time disclose!
No sight but misery, and no sound but woes;
Your nobler faith, in loftier style convey’d,
Shall be with praise and admiration paid:
On points like these your hearers all admire
A preacher’s depth, and nothing more require.
Shall we a studious youth to college send,
That every clown his words may comprehend?
’Tis for your glory, when your hearers own
Your learning matchless, but the sense unknown.