But supposing this sheep, when he entered the fold,
Had solemnly taken a vow
To shape all his bleats to one definite mould,
Pray what can be said for him now?
Must the rules we hold binding in business and trade
Be ignored in the Church’s domain?
And need promises never be kept that are made
To the Shepherd of Salisbury Plain?
Though freedom of bleat is withholden from none
Of the flock, be his wool black or white,
Yet the freedom of breaking your promise is one
To which few would insist on their right.
So, my friend, without wishing to charge upon you
The quibble your verses maintain,
I but say, would that all were as honest and true
As the Shepherd of Salisbury Plain!
Audi alteram partem.