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On The Church's Danger Post by :meleemel Category :Poems Author :Jonathan Swift Date :August 2011 Read :1612

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On The Church's Danger

Good Halifax and pious Wharton cry,
The Church has vapours; there's no danger nigh.
In those we love not, we no danger see,
And were they hang'd, there would no danger be.
But we must silent be, amidst our fears,
And not believe our senses, but the Peers.
So ravishers, that know no sense of shame,
First stop her mouth, and then debauch the dame.

(The end)
Jonathan Swift's poem: On The Church's Danger

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