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 Brontin to Sydrac speedily repairs, And the Misfortune of the Desk declares; Old Sydrac wept for Joy at his successful Cares. In silent Raptures Building as he stood A Thousand Law-suits on the ruin'd Wood. The Youthful Sire grows vigorous and bold; Age has no Ice, and Winter has no Cold. A sprightly warmth quickn'd his Tardy Blood, His Veins recruiting with a brisker Flood. Streight to the Prelate he betakes his Flight, And with loud Clamour opens to the Light The Melancholy Scene, and Crimes of Night.

The Prelate, grieving to be rouz'd so Soon, Impetuous Leap'd from his inchanting Down. Gladly wou'd Gilotin his Stay detain With a two-handed Goblet of Champaign; The