The
SEEKER
.
By
the
Same
.
WHEN
I
first
came
to
London
,
I
rambled
about
From
sermon
to
sermon
,
took
a
slice
and
went
out
.
Then
on
me
,
in
divinity
batchelor
,
try'd
Many
priests
to
obtrude
a
Levitical
bride
;
And
urging
their
various
opinions
,
intended
To
make
me
wed
systems
,
which
they
recommended
.
Said
a
letch'rous
old
fry'r
skulking
near
Lincoln's-Inn
,
(
Whose
trade's
to
absolve
,
but
whose
pastimes's
to
sin
;
Who
,
spider-like
,
seizes
weak
protestant
flies
,
Which
hung
in
his
sophistry
cobweb
he
spies
;
)
Ah
pity
your
soul
,
for
without
our
church
pale
,
If
you
happen
to
die
,
to
be
damn'd
you
can't
fail
;
The
bible
,
you
boast
,
is
a
wild
revelation
:
Hear
a
church
that
can't
err
if
you
hope
for
salvation
.
Said
a
formal
non-con
,
(
whose
rich
stock
of
grace
Lies
forward
expos'd
in
shop-window
of
face
,
)
Ah
!
pity
your
soul
:
come
,
be
of
our
sect
:
For
then
you
are
safe
,
and
may
plead
you're
elect
.
As
it
stands
in
the
Acts
,
we
can
prove
ourselves
saints
,
Being
Christ's
little
flock
ev'ry
where
spoke
against
.
Said
a
jolly
church
parson
,
(
devoted
to
ease
,
While
penal
law
dragons
guard
his
golden
fleece
,
)
If
you
pity
your
soul
,
I
pray
listen
to
neither
;
The
first
is
in
error
,
the
last
a
deceiver
:
That
ours
is
the
true
church
,
the
sense
of
our
tribe
is
,
And
surely
in
medio
tutissimus
ibis
.
Said
a
yea
and
nay
friend
with
a
stiff
hat
and
band
,
(
Who
while
he
talk'd
gravely
would
hold
forth
his
hand
,
)
Dominion
and
wealth
are
the
aim
of
all
three
,
Tho'
about
ways
and
means
they
may
all
disagree
;
Then
prithee
be
wise
,
go
the
quakers
by-way
,
'Tis
plain
,
without
turnpikes
,
so
nothing
to
pay
.