You make to Christianity,—professing
Love, and good works—of course you buy of Barton,
Beside the young Fry's bookseller, Friend Darton!
II.
I like, good Mrs. Fry, your brethren mute—
Those serious, solemn gentlemen that sport—
I should have said, that wear, the sober suit
Shap'd like a court dress—but for heaven's court.
I like your sisters too,—sweet Rachel's fruit—
Protestant nuns! I like their stiff support