A Few Lines on Our Clerical Saints.
Seek not the pleasures of this life,1
The crafty parson cries ;2
But often on his neighbour’s wife3
He casts his amorous eyes.4
He tells, with canting tone of voice,5
How drinking damns the soul ;6
But eagerly pursues the joys7
Imparted by the bowl.8
He frequently asserts, that pride9
Will banish us from Heaven ?—10
But he must in a carriage ride—11
By fellow mortal driven.12
He tells us, gold has often been13
A stumbling-block to man ;—14
But clergymen, too oft, are seen15
Embezzling all they can.16
He often blames, with language strong,17
The Sabbath-breaking host ;18
But never thinks his cook does wrong,19
His goose or pig to roast.20
Then go not to the Church, to hear21
The base designing priest ;22
His only object is, ’tis clear,23
At our expence to feast.24