Classic Poem

Would you rise in the church, be stupid and dull,
Be empty of learning, of insolence full:
Though lewd and immoral, be formal and grave,
In flattery an artist, in fawning a slave,
No merit, no science, no virtue is wanting
In him, that's accomplished in cringing and canting:
Be studious to practise true meanness of spirit;
For who but Lord Bolton was mitred for merit?
Would you wish to be wrapped in a rochet--in short,
Be as poxed and profane as fanatical Hort.