}
To what stupidity are zealots grown, }
Whose inhumanity, profusely shewn }
In damning crowds of souls, may damn their own! }
I'll err, at least, on the securer side,
A convert free from malice and from pride.
Roscommon.
TO
MR DRYDEN,
ON HIS POEM CALLED
RELIGIO LAICI.
Great is the task, and worthy such a muse,