I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies. <br />In sure and certain hopes - the prelate cries: <br />Of these two learned peers, I pr'ythee say, man, <br />Who is the lying knave, the priest or layman? <br />The Duke he stands an infidel confess'd: <br />He's our dear brother, quoth the lordly priest. <br />The Duke, though knave, still brother dear he cries <br />And who can say the reverend Prelate lies?<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-bishop-atterbury-s-burying-the-duke-of-buckingham-1721/
