Behold this Group of Oddities, and then
You'll see how fancy works in diff'rent men !
How Conscience warp'd distorts each holy face,
Makes sighs and groans burst from these Babes of Grace.
One feels the Devil dancing in his maw ;
Another's fu'd him to a mere Out-law.
Some feel sharp Thorns their Consciences to prick,
And old done deeds do make their Stomachs sick :
Whilst Lasses mourn some late transactions past,
And looks repentant say — ; they are my last.
Thus crazy heads are whirl'd about with wind
Puff'd out from crafty Knaves of evr'y kind.