The punk of Babylon in pomp appears,
A lewd old gentleman of seventy years;
Whose age in vain our mercy would implore,
For few take pity on an old cast whore.
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The devil, who brought him to the shame, takes part; }
Sits cheek by jowl, in black, to cheer his heart, }
Like thief and parson in a Tyburn-cart. }
The word is given, and with a loud huzza
The mitred poppet from his chair they draw: