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All crowd and watch the Draught with eager Haste,
Each hopes his own great Name may be the last.

Oh Boirude! how shall I thy Joys relate,
When in the Prelate's Eyes thou readst thy Fate,
And saw in them thy faithful Name appear?
Such Transports, Mighty Sexton, who cou'd bear?
Then thy pale Face which never blush'd before,
'Tis said, with flushing Blood was purpled o'er;
Thy Gouty Limbs resum'd their Youthful Heat,
And every Pulse with Martial Ardor beat!
Boldly thy feeble Corps attempted thrice,
As oft alas! in Vain essay'd to rise.

Fate