Who on demoniac milk was nursed,
Had Moorfields trusted to his care,
For Satan keeps an office there.
Lean is the saint, and lank, to show
That flesh and blood to heaven can’t go;
His hair, like candles, hangs—a sign
How bright his inward candles shine.”
Wesley’s itinerants afford the poetic author wondrous amusement. A very few of his sketchy couplets must suffice.
“Salvation now is all the cant;
Salvation is the only want: