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The Lord, Clown, Senator, Fop, Bully, Cit,
Mingling in one vexatious Jargon fight;
Round Themis every Standard they display,
And in the Wordy War consume the Day.

The Fury raising then her baleful Head,
O'er the Parisian Towers her Venom shed;
Unshaken yet beholds one Church alone,
But one, that Peaceful durst her Power disown.
Sacred to pious Ease this Temple stood
Unshook by Tempests in a raging Flood:
Of all her numerous Sisters only she
Enjoy'd an disturb'd Tranquillity.

The Fiend at Sight of this offensive Peace
Grins horrible, she howls, her Serpents hiss;
Then lashing her thin Form, strong Poison fills
Her Mouth; with Vengeance her lean Bosom swells;

Her