Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once,
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan.

Tho thou art Worshipd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah; thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline,
The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill.