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Make Rundle bishop fie for shame	B
An Arian to usurp the name	B
A bishop in the isle of saints	C
How will his brethren make complaints	C
Dare any of the mitred host	D
Confer on him the Holy Ghost	D
In mother church to breed a variance	E
By coupling orthodox with Arians	E
Yet were he Heathen Turk or Jew	F
What is there in it strange or new	F
For let us hear the weak pretence	E
His brethren find to take offence	E
Of whom there are but four at most	D
Who know there is a Holy Ghost	D
The rest who boast they have conferr'd it	G
Like Paul's Ephesians never heard it	G
And when they gave it well 'tis known	H
They gave what never was their own	H
Rundle a bishop well he may	I
He's still a Christian more than they	I
We know the subject of their quarrels	E
The man has learning sense and morals	E
There is a reason still more weighty	J
'Tis granted he believes a Deity	J
Has every circumstance to please us	E
Though fools may doubt his faith in Jesus	E
But why should he with that be loaded	K
Now twenty years from court exploded	K
And is not this objection odd	L
From rogues who ne'er believed a God	L
For liberty a champion stout	M
Though not so Gospel ward devout	M
While others hither sent to save us	E
Come but to plunder and enslave us	E
Nor ever own'd a power divine	N
But Mammon and the German line	N
Say how did Rundle undermine 'em	O
Who shew'd a better jus divinum	O
From ancient canons would not vary	J
But thrice refused episcopari	J
Our bishop's predecessor Magus	E
Would offer all the sands of Tagus	E
Or sell his children house and lands	E
For that one gift to lay on hands	E
But all his gold could not avail	P
To have the spirit set to sale	P
Said surly Peter Magus prithee	I
Be gone thy money perish with thee	I
Were Peter now alive perhaps	E
He might have found a score of chaps	E
Could he but make his gift appear	J
In rents three thousand pounds a year	J
Some fancy this promotion odd	L
As not the handiwork of God	L
Though e'en the bishops disappointed	Q
Must own it made by God's anointed	K
And well we know the cong regal	R
Is more secure as well as legal	R
Because our lawyers all agree	I
That bishoprics are held in fee	I
Dear Baldwin chaste and witty Crosse	E
How sorely I lament your loss	E
That such a pair of wealthy ninnies	E
Should slip your time of dropping guineas	E
For had you made the king your debtor	J
Your title had been so much better	J

Jonathan Swift

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