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Unformatted text preview: and when I rose to go, he’d run before to offer me holy water at the door. Brother, I don’t pretend to be a sage. Nor have I all the wisdom of the age. There’s just one insight I would dare to claim: I know that true and false are not the same. And just as there is nothing I more revere That a soul who’s faith is steadfast and sincere, Nothing that I more cherish and admire That honest zeal and true religious fire, So there is nothing that I find more base Than specious piety’s dishonest face— Than these bold mountebanks, these histrios Whose impious mummeries and hollow shows Exploit our love of Heaven, and make a jest Of all that men think holiest and best These calculated souls who offer prayers Not to their Maker, but as public wares....
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This note was uploaded on 11/15/2011 for the course ENGLISH ENC1105 taught by Professor Johnsmith during the Spring '11 term at Harrison College.
- Spring '11