“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,