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Boileau's Lutrin.
Here negligently Dreaming out the Day,
Dissolv'd in Ease the Holy Sluggard lay,
Strengthen'd with an immoderate Morning Meal,
The Glutton batten'd till the Dinner Bell:
Youth in its Flowry Bloom[errata 1] with vernal Grace,
Shone in his Eyes, and brighten'd on his Face;
His Chin enormous, overspreads his Chest,
In three deep Folds descending on his Breast:
There doz'd the leaden Lump of slumbring Fat,
While the press'd Cushions groan beneath the Weight.
The Fury entring saw the Table spread,
In artful Order elegantly laid;
She recogniz'd the Church, and thus address'd,
With her delusive Words, the sleeping Priest.
Prelate arise, quit this inglorious Down,
Or the proud Chanter will thy Power disown:
He
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