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AWM.736.006
13-20 Jan 1736:12 (838)
[Verses sent from London]
[1] Behold how Papal Wright with lordly pride
Directs his haughty eye to either side:
Gives forth his doctrine with imperious nodd;
And fraught with pride addresses ev'n his God.
[2] Not so the gentle Watts, in him refin'd,
The fairest pattern of an humble mind:
In him the softest meekest virtue dwells,
As mild, as light, as soft as ev'ning gales.
[3] Tuning melodious nonsense Bradbury stands,
With head uplifted, and with dancing hands;
Prone to sedition, and to slander free,
Sacheverel shure was but a type of thee.
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