“Come worship me, O men, come worship me;
Spit on the cross, of Jesus take no keep,
I promise you an everlasting sleep;
The soul and body both shall turn to clay;
Ye penitents, why do ye sigh and weep?
Let not damnation’s terrors you affray,
Come learn my lore that drives all foolish fears away”.
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XIV.
Next came that cursed felon Thomas Paine,