Picture 5."Like Fallstaff, seeks repose and dreams of glory,
While Bethel's thunder peal'd another story."
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Old England's bard with epic fire illum'd
Tartarean pits, where fiends with darkness gloom'd;
But 'mid th' infernal host this face had shone,
Grimmest of all 'neath dread Armageddon.
The outward form proclaimed the inner man,
And frightened virtue fled where it began;
The heart, the head, there devils might fear to dwell,
Lest in their depths there lurked a deeper hell,
Does fiction, fancy, gild the picture drawn,
Hate cloud our judgment, truth give place to scorn?
Go seek the answer in the youth at school—
He scoffs at church and laughs at human rule.
A beggar, [1] he plays his role with brazen cheek,
With equal ease insurgent or a "sneak."
Picture 6."Leaves gallant Winthrop to his mournful fate,
But takes the field when haply 'tis too late."
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