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ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I marched three miles through scorching sand
Last Line: What mortal else could e'er go through it!
Variant Title(s): Verses Spoken On His Curate's Complaint Of Hard Duty
Subject(s): Clergy; Priests; Rabbis; Ministers; Bishops


I marched three miles through scorching sand,
With zeal in heart, and notes in hand;
I rode four more to great St Mary;
Using four legs when two were weary.
To three fair virgins I did tie men
In the close band of pleasing hymen.
I dipped two babes in holy water,
And purified the mothers after.
Within an hour, and eke a half,
I preached three congregations deaf,
Which, thundering out with lungs long-winded,
I chopped so fast, that few there minded.
My emblem, the laborious sun,
Saw all these mighty labours done,
Before one race of his was run;
All this performed by Robert Hewit
What mortal else could e'er go through it!






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