LXV
"The wine's forbidden," say these honest folk,
But for themselves the law they will revoke;
The snivelling sheikh says he's without a garb,
When in the tap-house he had pawned his cloak,
LXVI
Or in the house of lust. The priestly name
And priestly turban once were those of Shame—
And Shame is preaching in the pulpit now—
If pulpits tumble down, I'm not to blame.
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