“[[24]]Ombos and Tentyr, neighbouring towns, of late,
Broke into outrage of deep fester’d hate.
Religious spite and pious spleen bred first
This quarrel, which so long the bigots nurst.
Each calls the other’s god a senseless stock,
His own, divine, tho’ from the self-same block.
At first both parties in reproaches jar,
And make their tongues the trumpets of the war.
Words serve but to inflame the warlike lists,
Who wanting weapons clutch their horny fists.