Gaping to catch a blessing in his mouth,
And saying, Lord! We dare not ope our eyes
Before thee, winks for fear of telling lies.
Mean while the vulgar frie sit still, admiring
Practice of Piety.
Their pious sentences, as all inspiring;
At every period they sigh and grone,
Though he speak sometimes sense, and sometimes none:
Their zeal doth never let them minde that matter,
It is enough to hear the Magpye chatter;