On Bishop Atterbury’s Burying the Duke of Buckingham, 1721
I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies.
In sure and certain hopes - the prelate cries:
Of these two learned peers, I pr’ythee say, man,
Who is the lying knave, the priest or layman?
The Duke he stands an infidel confess’d:
He’s our dear brother, quoth the lordly priest.
The Duke, though knave, still brother dear he cries
And who can say the reverend Prelate lies?
