You new-born Saints fhould never joke#
When JVhitefield firft in trade fet up,
And Wejley built his Gofpel-fhop,
Good Lord ! what daily crouds of fools,
The Parfons Bankers ! and their tools !
How did they figh, and heave, and groan.
For crimes imagin'd but their own !
The Preacher told them they were damn'd j
At once the eafy fools were bammjd :
Again they heave, again they figh.
And weep and groan, — they know not why :

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—But the Prteft knovrs^for he receilres
All that the public folly gives.
Was there— I pr'ythec. Madam, tell us.
From bed or clock, to torigs or bello<irs.
Aught that a Woman had to give.
Your holy Pricfts would not receive t
jr. Sir-rMonfter— Villain—

H. . Wife, you lie—

No Villain^ furely^ Ma'am am I,
But for a Monfter— faith you knoW)
If i deferv< that term or no.
Bntcr' a Neighbour.
N. What the old work— g0bdF6lk^--O fie J
Yotrr conduA gives your faith the He :
When with Religion's flame beginning,
Your Dialogue ftill ends in finning.
Let me one ferious truth unfold j—
'Tis not the Tyrant, or the Scold^
Can e'er Religion's caufe- advance.
Can e'er your woildly weal enhance:
Qut one plain fa<Sl I wiih to fay ;
—You both miftake the genuine way—
Extreams are bad— to you — to you— •
I fay, T&UTH //Vj betwixt tbe two.
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D I A L O G U E Lin.
Between a CAPTAtN in the African Slavb^
Trade and his Wife.
W. ^ *M mighty glad of your returning,

X From praftice vile, in climes all burning.
And, as I ^ong have lov'd you dearly.
Permit mc now to hope finccrely.
