Of Piety an ardent love
They outwardly profess;
But inwardly they are the Sink
Of all Voluptuousness:
But when the End shall be at Hand,
They like Reward shall have,
And Death, by Myriads, shall mow down
The Wicked to the Grave.
Of Piety an ardent love
They outwardly profess;
But inwardly they are the Sink
Of all Voluptuousness:
But when the End shall be at Hand,
They like Reward shall have,
And Death, by Myriads, shall mow down
The Wicked to the Grave.