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 11. 



He stood, and gazing with surprise, 

 Exclaim'd can I believe my eyes, 

 I surely see two persons there, 

 A male and female I declare. 

 Wet, &c. 



12. 



Sam found one was his preaching friend, 

 And shouted loudly to this end, 

 This day warn't made for sport like this, 

 I see you there now doing amiss. 

 Wet, &c. 



13. 



I hate your cursed hypocrisy, 

 There'a nothing like blunt honesty, 

 We all are somewhat prone to evil, 

 But a seeming Saint oft proves a devil. 

 Wet &c. 



14. 



So that's your way, now this is mine, 

 I'll ne'er give up my rod and line, 

 And while I fish and contemplate. 

 You may preach on and fornicate. 

 Wet, &o. 



