The Newer Vainglory Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks, Not with himself—aloud, With proclamation, calling on the ranks Of an attentive crowd. "Thank God, I clap not my own humble breast, But other ruffians' backs, Imputing crime—such is my tolerant haste— To any man that lacks. "For I am tolerant, generous, keep no rules, And the age honours me. Thank God, I am not as these rigid fools, Even as this Pharisee." |
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