Sat. I. The Universal Passion . y

It aids the dancer's heel, the writer's head,

And heaps the plain with mountains of the dead 5Nor ends with life ; but nods in fable flumes ,Adorns our herfe, and flatters on our tombs.

What is not frond? The fimf is proud to feeSo many like himself in high degree:

The whore is proud her beauties are the dreadOf peevisli virtue, and the marriage-bed;

And the brib’d cuckold , like crown’d victims bornTo slaughter, glories in his gilded Horn.

Some go to Church, frond humbly to repent,And come back much more guilty than they went:One way they look, another way they seer,

Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear %And when their sins they set sincerely down,They’ll find that their Religion has been one.

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