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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529310" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Apostate Will</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In days of old, when Wesley's power <br>Gathered new strength by every hour; <br>Apostate Will, just sunk in trade, <br>Resolved his bargain should be made; <br>Then strait to Wesley he repairs, <br>And puts on grave and solemn airs; <br>Then thus the pious man addressed. <br>Good sir, I think your doctrine best; <br>Your servant will a Wesley be, <br>Therefore the principles teach me. <br>The preacher then instructions gave. <br>How he in this world should behave; <br>He hears, assents, and gives a nod, <br>Says every word's the word of God, <br>Then lifting his dissembling eyes, <br>How blessed is the sect! he cries; <br>Nor Bingham, Young, nor Stillingfleet, <br>Shall make me from this sect retreat. <br>He then his circumstances declared, <br>How hardly with him matters fared, <br>Begg'd him next morning for to make <br>A small collection for his sake. <br>The preacher said, Do not repine, <br>The whole collection shall be thine. <br>With looks demure and cringing bows, <br>About his business strait he goes. <br>His outward acts were grave and prim, <br>The methodist appear'd in him. <br>But, be his outward what it will, <br>His heart was an apostate's still. <br>He'd oft profess an hallow'd flame, <br>And every where preach'd Wesley's name; <br>He was a preacher, and what not, <br>As long as money could be got; <br>He'd oft profess, with holy fire. <br>The labourer's worthy of his hire. <br>It happen'd once upon a time, <br>When all his works were in their prime, <br>A noble place appear'd in view; <br>Then ______ to the methodists, adieu. <br>A methodist no more he'll be, <br>The protestants serve best for he. <br>Then to the curate strait he ran, <br>And thus address'd the rev'rend man: <br>I was a methodist, tis true; <br>With penitence I turn to you. <br>O that it were your bounteous will <br>That I the vacant place might fill! <br>With justice I'd myself acquit, <br>Do every thing that's right and fit. <br>The curate straitway gave consent-- <br>To take the place he quickly went. <br>Accordingly he took the place, <br>And keeps it with dissembled grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a><div class=q>
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Gathered new strength by every hour; 
Apostate Will, just sunk in trade, 
Resolved his bargain should be made; 
Then strait to Wesley he repairs, 
And puts on grave and solemn airs; 
Then thus the pious man add..."></div>
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