Classic Poem

One day in great pain and tormented with grief,
I form'd many schemes and look'd round for relief;
To physicians I went for my cure but in vain,
Never thought on their passions for fees and for gain.
They bid me get up and at court bid me fawn,
That a cure for a parson's diseases was lawn ;
But as sick I remain'd, and assur'd I should die,
This picture I saw, and no B — p so high.
And no more will I seek or for medicines or cures ,
The bench I shall sit on for ever endures,
Ye dignify'd priests shall wear robes white as yours.
Such robes as the bishop of bishops shall give,
To those who have faith and like clergymen live.

Here death appears conquer'd depriv'd, of his sting ,
And the power, I trust in, his honours will bring.
Then cringe, ye sleek Levites , and dangle at court,
The promotion I want is of different sort .
I have bow'd , have been squeez'd , and been flatter'd like you,
Nor reflected on the joys which now ravish my view;
Then come away Death, and Ambition depart,
For God is my hope, and the STRENGTH OF MY HEART .