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For on the Ruins of his Bright Renown
An envious Rival has advanc'd his own:
The Desk Destroying, with a forceful Band;
The Desk, late Re-erected by our Hand.
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Revolve the Books, Create Eternal Flaws,
And with Dædalean Wiles confound the Laws.
Be to thy Darling Sons those Arts display'd
Which puzzle ^[1]Themis in the Rules she made!

The Sibyll, wild with joy, thrice shriek'd aloud,
While her swoln Visage glow'd with pois'nous Blood.
Convulsive Agitations rack'd her Breast;
Full of the Daemon which her Soul Opprest,
Till in these Words the loud Tornado broke;
And eas'd her lab'ring Bosom, as She spoke.
My Friends, dismiss your Fears, You shall replace
On the proud Chanter's Pew that War-creating Mass,

1. The Goddess of Justice.

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