Men were weak enough to prize
The  Scheme, as good and wise,
To think there was an Heav'n and Hell;
To  and  did very well:
When Mortals look'd beyond the Grave,
A Priest, for  sake, might slave:
But in this learned Realm and Age,
Where  is beaten off the Stage;
This happy Realm, where  reigns,
And scorns to drag  Chains;
Where free-born , ev'ry Day,

And, since their  buys their Meat,
Won't thank their God for what they eat;
Where e'vn some Chaplains fill their Place
Politely, without saying Grace: