He hated nothing like a hollow heart:
But ’twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide;
He honoured learning, and he would confess
The preacher had his talents - more or less:
Why not agree? he thought the young divine
Had no such strictness - they might drink and dine;
For them sufficient - but he said before
That truth was truth, and he would drink no more.”
This heard the ’Squire with mix’d contempt and pain;