IV.

That against my fair fame

You devise so much blame,

Cries the Priest, with a damn me, what care I?
Since the gravest Divine,

Tells a lie worse than mine,
When he cries, "Nolo Episcopari!"

V.

How wisely PITT, for different ends,
Can marshal his obedient friends!
When only time he wants, not sense,
MULGRAVE Vents copious impotence.
If demi-falsehood must be tried,
By Rose the quibbling task's supply'd-
But for the more accomplish'd lie,

Who with meek PR-TT-MAN shall vie?

VI.

(PR-TT-MAN loquitur.)

Although, indeed, 'tis truly said,

The various principles of Trade

We are not very glib in;
Yet surely none will this deny,

Few know so well as PITT, or I,

To manufacture fibbing.

VII.

A horrible fib that a Priest should have told,

Seems to some people's thinking excessively odd,

Yet sure there's no maxim more certain or old,

Than "The nearer the Church still the farther from God."

VIII.

Why should such malice at the Parson fly?
For though he spoke, he scorn'd to write, a lye.

With

IX.

While the Wits and the Fools Parson PRETTY belabour, Thou shalt not false witness set up 'gainst thy neighbour,"

The text and the fact (cries the Priest) disagree,

For in Downing-street I, in Great George-street lives H.

X.

What shall reward bold PRETTY's well-tim'd sense,

For turning now an IRISH Evidence?

An IRISH Bishoprick's the recompence!

XI.

What varied fates the same offence assail!
PRETTY, install'd-and ATKINSON, in jail.
Both scorn alike the laws that truth maintains ;
Yet one, a Prebend, one, a Prison gains.
This mounts a stall, the pillory that ascends
For public, one, and one for private ends.
The first gets ample scope our ears to pain;
The other scarcely can his own retain:

Just Heav'n, reverse the doom!-To punish each,
TO ATKINSON alone, let PRETTY preach!

XII.

How happy, alas! had it been for poor PITT,
If WYVILL, like PRETTYMAN, never had writ!

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XIII.

-Scelera ipsa nefasque
Hác mercede placent-

Cries PRETTYMAN, "Consider, Sir,

"My sacred cloth, and character."

The indignant Minister replied,

"This ne'er had been, had ORDE ne'er lyed."

The patient Priest at last relented;

And all his Master wish'd, invented;

Then added, with a saint-like whine,

"But the next Mitre must be mine!"

Who with PRETTY can vie?

Sure such organs must save him much trouble;

For of labour not loth,

Tis the way with them both,
Their functions to execute-double!

XV.

The days of miracle, 'twas thought, were past;

(Strange from what cause so wild an error sprung)

But now convinc'd, the world allows at last,

PRETTY's still favour'd with a-cloven tongue!

XVI.

Faith in the Church, all grave Divines contend,
Is the chief hold whence future hopes depend.
How hard then BRITAIN'S lot!-for who hath faith
To credit half what Doctor PRETTY saith?

XVII.

(By SIR CECIL WRAY.)

Oh! if I had thought that PRETTY could lye,
I'd a hired him, I would, for my Scrutiny!
My poor Scrutiny !-My dear Scrutiny!
My heart it down sinks-I wish I could die!

XVIII.

(By SIR JOSEPH MAWBEY.)

Lord BACON hang'd poor HOGG,

For murd'ring, without pity, man;
And so should PITT, by Gog,

That kill-truth, Doctor PRETTYMAN—

For say I will, spite of his wig,
He's far below the learned Pig!

XIX.

(BY THE SAME.)

Says WRAY to me, which is most witty,
The learned Pig, or Parson PRETTY?

Says I, I thinks, the latter is more wiser;

PIGGY tells truth alone ;-but PRETTY lyes, Sir.

XX.

(NOT by THE SAME.)

Three Parsons for three different patrons writ,
For ROCKINGHAM, for PORTLAND, and for PITT
The first, in speaking truth alone surpass'd;
The next could write it too-not so the last.-
The pride of Churchmen to be beat was loth-
So PRETEYMAN's the opposite to both!

XXI.

How much must IRELAND, PITT and PRETTY prize! Who swear, at all events, to equal-lyes.

XXII.

In vino Veritas

PRETTY, the other night, was tripping caught-
Forgive him, PITI; he'll not repeat the fault-
The best may err-misled by wine and youth-
His Rev'rence drank too hard; and told

the truth!

Ev'n thou, should gencrous wine o'ercome thy sense, May'st rashly stumble on the same offence.

XXIII.

There are who think all State affairs
The worst of wicked worldly cares,
To mingle with the priestly leaven;
Yet sure the argument's uncouth-
PRETTY shall doubly spread the truth,
A Minister of Earth and Heaven,

XXIV.

While modern Statesmen glean, from priestly tribes, Rev'rend Commis, and sanctimonious scribes ;

'Tis love of truth-yet vain the hope, alas! To make this Holy Writ for Gospel pass.

XXV.

Above the pride of worldly fame or show,

A virtuous Priest should upwards turn his eyes

Thus PRETT contemns all character below,

And thinks of nothing but the way to rise,