A Suburbian Preachment

A Reverend doctor, preaching in the suburbs, About whose debts arose some plaguy hubbubs, Thus, for his text, these pleasing words let fall, " Have patience with me, and I'll pay you all." With joy-prick tears the rough Burroughnians stand, And deem'd the day of ballancing at hand: On his first Head his reasons were so strong, They sat with patience, tho' he preach'd so long: " And now, says he, I come to "pay you all"— " Great is your patience, and my merit small— " T' abuse that noble virtue were a crime— " So I'll defer it to—another time."