The Newer Vainglory

Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks, Not with himself--aloud, With proclamation, calling on the ranks Of an attentive crowd.

"Thank God, I clap not my own humble breast, But other ruffians' backs, Imputing crime--such is my tolerant haste-- To any man that lacks.

"For I am tolerant, generous, keep no rules, And the age honours me. Thank God, I am not as these rigid fools, Even as this Pharisee."