y pray, as once for _Fees_;
_Plaintiff_, _Defendant_, and _my Lord_,
Are banish'd, and now _Faith_'s the Word,
Of _Briefs_ no longer now they dream,
_Religion_ is the only Theme.
The _Physic-Tribe_ their Art resign,
And lose the _Quack_ in the _Divine_;
_Galen_ lies on the Shelf unread,
A _Pray'r-Book_ open in its stead;
_Salvation_ now is all the _Cant_,
_Salvation_ is the _only_ Want.
"_Throw Physic to the Dogs_," they cry,
'Twill never bring you to the Sky.
Of a _New-birth_ they prate, and prate
While _Midwifry_ is out of Date;
Let Fevers, Agues, take their turn,
To freeze the Patient, or to burn,
In vain he seeks the Physic Tribe,
No _Recipe_ will they prescribe,
But what is sovereign to controul
The Maladies that hurt the Soul.
And tho' while _Body-quacks_, with _Pill_
Or _Bolus_, 'twas their Trade to kill,
More miserably still, alack!
For the _diseased Soul_ they _quack_.

The _Sons of War_ sometimes are known
To fight with Weapons not their own,
Ceasing the _Sword of Steel_ to wield,
They take _Religion_'s _Sword and Shield_.

Ev'ry _Mechanic_ will commence
_Orator_, without _Mood_ or _Tense_.
_Pudding_ is _Pudding_ still, they know,
Whether it has a Plumb or no;
So, tho' the Preacher has no skill,
A _Sermon_ is a _Sermon_ still.

The _Bricklay'r_ throws his _Trowel_ by,
And now _builds Mansions in the Sky_;
The _Cobbler_, touch'd with _holy Pride_,
Flings his _old Shoes_, and _Last_ aside,
And now devoutly sets about
Cobbling of _Souls_ that _ne'er wear out_;
The _Baker_, now a _Preacher_ grown,
Finds Man _lives not by Bread alone_,
And now his Customers he feeds
With _Pray'rs_, with _Sermons_, _Groans_ and _Creeds_;
The _Tinman_, mov'd by Warmth within,
_Hammers_ the _Gospel_, just like _Tin_;
_Weavers inspir'd_ their _Shuttles_ leave,
_Sermons_, and _flimsy Hymns_ to weave;
_Barbers_ unreap'd will leave the Chin,
To trim, and shave the _Man within_;
The _Waterman_ forgets his _Wherry_,
And opens a _celestial Ferry_;
The _Brewer_, bit by Phrenzy's Grub,
The _Mashing_ for the _Preaching Tub_
Resigns, _those Waters_ to explore,
Which if You drink, you _thirst no more_;
The _Gard'ner_, weary of his Trade,
Tir'd of the Mattock, and the Spade,
Chang'd to _Apollos_ in a T