A new strait-waistcoat for the human | Creation's plan, out of their own vile mind; Are you not limbed, nerved, jointed,. arteried, juiced, As other men? yet, faithless to your kind, Rather like noxious insects you are used mud Pat up a god, and burn, drown, hang, or curse Whoever worships not; each keeps his stud Of texts which wait with saddle on and bridle To puncture life's fair fruit, beneath the To hunt hown atheists to their ugly rind Laying your creed-eggs whence in time there spring Consumers new to eat and buzz and idol. |