Would you rise in the church, be stupid and dull, Be empty of learning, of insolence full: Though lewd and immoral, be formal and grave, In flattery an artist, in fawning a slave, No merit, no science, no virtue is wanting In him, that's accomplished in cringing and canting: Be studious to practise true meanness of spirit; For who but Lord Bolton was mitred for merit? Would you wish to be wrapped in a rochet -- in short, Be as poxed and profane as fanatical Hort. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL: PREFACE by WILLIAM BLAKE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 35 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER |