Will take a bottle with some willing fair;
Will to her breasts his saint-like hands apply,
And gaze upon her with lascivious eye,
In pleasure’s pulpit then will mount, and preach
A forceful doctrine, which he dares not teach;
Then, sanctify’d, will to his flock amain,
Hem, stroke his band—and rail at WHORES again.
The Justice too, who puts the laws in force,
Must seem a tyrant over us, of course;
Produce each hum-drum act, from bad to worse,