"Next came a Youth from Cambridge, and, in truth,
" He was a sober and a comely youth;
"He blush'd in meekness as a modest man,
" And gain'd attention ere his task began;
"When preaching, seldom ventured on reproof,
" But touch'd his neighbours tenderly enough.
"Him, in his youth, a clamorous sect assail'd,
" Advised and censured, flatter'd, — and prevail'd. —
"Then did he much his sober hearers vex,
" Confound the simple, and the sad perplex;
"To a new style his reverence rashly took;
" Loud grew his voice, to threat'ning swell'd his look;
"Above, below, on either side, he gazed,
" Amazing all, and most himself amazed:
"No more he read his preachments pure and plain,
" But launch'd outright, and rose and sank again:
"At times he smiled in scorn, at times he wept,
" And such sad coil with words of vengeance kept,
"That our best sleepers started as they slept.