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 Where ever arm'd with adamantine Chains, The watchful Dæmon o'er her Vassals reigns, O'er mighty Names and Giant-Pow'rs of Lust, The Great, the Sage, the Happy and August. No Gleam of Hope their baleful Mansion chears, No Sound of Honour hails their unblest Ears; But dire Reproaches from the Friend betray'd, The childless Sire and violated Maid; But vengeful Vows for guardian Laws effac'd, From Towns inslav'd and Continents laid waste; But long Posterity's united Groan, And the sad Charge of Horrors not their own, For ever thro' the trembling Space resound, And sink each impious Forehead to the Ground.


 * Ye mighty Foes of Liberty and Rest,

Give Way, do Homage to a mightier Guest! Ye