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 The Graceful Bumper, wont to break his Fast, With slighted Smiles Now lures his Master's taste Unmoistn'd and Unbless'd, he Streight prepares With Extricating Comb t' adjust his frizl'd Hairs. Twice did the Ivory break, and twice the Box, In hasty grapple with Confed'rate Locks.

So when Alcides Spun, Unbred to feel A Weight so light, he broke the Spinning-Wheel.

Half-dress'd he Goes. When lo! before his Gate An ardent Troop of Charch-Militia Wait. Resolv'd, at their Affronted Lord's desire, Unanimously to Desert the Choire. But the grave Sire, appealing to the Laws, Condemns a Project Useless to his Cause. For Future Fate, Said He, we ought to look In the Mysterious Sibyll's Sacred Book. Not