[From the same]
Ye fools! I told you once or twice,
You'd hear no more from canting R----e;
He cannot settle his affairs,
Nor pay attention unto prayers,
Unless you pay up your arrears.
Oh, how in pulpit he would storm,
And fill all Hell with dire alarm!
Vengeance pronounced against each vice,
And, more than all, curs'd avarice;
Preach'd money was the root of ill;
Consigned each rich man unto Hell;
But since he finds you will not pay,
Both rich and poor may go that way.
'Tis no more than I expected--
The meeting-house is now neglected:
All trades are subject to this chance,
No longer pipe, no longer dance.