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When Willis of Ephraim heard Rochester preach,
Thus Bentley said to him, I prithee, dear brother,
How lik'st thou this sermon? 'tis out of my reach.
His is one way, said Willis, and ours is another:
I care not for carping; but this I can tell,
We preach very sadly, if he preaches well.
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