On being —— tax'd with Symony. Sarah Fyge Egerton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T125148 Egerton, Sarah Fyge, 1668-1723. Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral. By Mrs. S. F. [poems only] London printed, and are to be sold by J. Nutt, near Stationers-Hall 1703 pp. 46-47. [20],117,[3],15,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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On being — — tax'd with Symony . Hence ye prophane Intruders , what d'e mean , To pry in secret Things that mayn't be seen ? Your Pastor wonders at your Insolence , 'Tis Treason 'gainst your Ecclesiastick Prince . Pulpits no more than Crowns must be prophan'd , And if possess'd , not question'd how obtain'd : With-hold your Hands , rend not the sacred Veil Of his Sanctorum , lest his Priesthood fail . The mighty Mysteries he so long conceal'd , Will be by Lay-mens impious means reveal'd : Sure , you'll not dare the Secret to pronounce , No more than Jews their Tetragrammatons . Yes , it is out the symonaick Sound , With Horror doth the frighted Priest confound . Sure , the last Trumpet can't amaze him more , For he till then had set it on the Score ; In vain he'll to the Horns of th' Altar fly , ( Alias his Patron ) for Security : They'll drag him thence , that is no sacred Hold , Since tip'd by him with symonaick Gold : Had they been guided by the Patroness , She kindly had contriv'd the Danger less : No avaritious Zeal her Soul did move , For she was nobly guided by her Love : Thought Youth and Wit sufficient to prefer , They were more tempting Things than Gold with her . But now the Favourite must his Purchase quit , And live , not by his Learning , but his Wit .