How pure Religion soothes the ills of life,—
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How Popish ladies trust their pious fears
And naughty actions in their chaplains’ ears.—
Half novel and half sermon, on it flow’d;
With pious zeal the Opposition glow’d;
And as o’er each the soft infection crept,
Sigh’d as he whin’d, and as he whimper’d, wept;—
E’en Curwen[[314]] dropt a sentimental tear,
And stout St. Andrew yelp’d a softer “Hear!”