You'll never see your own again.
Though he seems pious night and day,
And ne'er forgets his prayers to say,
And still performs his meet devotion,
With bended head and endless motion,
Yet, friend, as well as e'er you can,
Avoid this crafty, godless man,
Whose piety is dissimulation,
To God a base abomination.
Well may he sit with downcast look,