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 For on the Ruins of his Bright Renown An envious Rival has advanc'd his own: The Desk Destroying, with a forceful Band; The Desk, late Re-erected by our Hand. Exhaust thy Fatal Knowledge in this Cause, Revolve the Books, Create Eternal Flaws, And with Dædalean Wiles confound the Laws. Be to thy Darling Sons those Arts display'd Which puzzle Themis in the Rules she made!

The Sibyll, wild with joy, thrice shriek'd aloud, While her swoln Visage glow'd with pois'nous Blood. Convulsive Agitations rack'd her Breast; Full of the Daemon which her Soul Opprest, Till in these Words the loud Tornado broke; And eas'd her lab'ring Bosom, as She spoke. My Friends, dismiss your Fears, You shall replace On the proud Chanter's Pew that War-creating Mass, Arms