Whom, when their home-bred honesty is lost,
We disembogue on some far Indian coast,
Thieves, pandars, palliards,[169] sins of every sort;
Those are the manufactures we export,
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And these the missioners our zeal has made; }
For, with my country's pardon, be it said, }
Religion is the least of all our trade. }
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Yet some improve their traffic more than we; }