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Illustrious Partners of my long Fatigues,
You sole Supporters of my Pious Leagues;
By whose Assistance I at last am made
Of a Mad Chapter the exalted Head.
To your incessant Services I own
All the rich Honours that imboss my Gown;
And can you unconcern'd with equal Eyes,
Behold my Rival, and confirm his Joys?
Must I, the Creature of your Wisdom, fall
A Sacrifice to that proud Chanting Baal?
Will you my Cause, and your own Right deny?
Can you and angry Heaven stand Neuter by?
(This Morn a sacred Vision I beheld;
A Deity these fatal Truths reveal'd.)
Yes, he has seiz'd the Fruits of all my Toil,
And insolently glories in the Spoil:

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