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 All, flush'd with fansy'd Victory, return; They quit the less'ning , and with new fury burn. Mean Time, the Canons Far from Noise and Care, Indulge their Senses with Delicious Fare, The Servants under Thirty Chargers Sweat, And the full Board groans with the Sav'ry Weight. Each Glutton hunts, and garbles out Nice Bits, And, as his Fancy dictates Dainties, Eats. The Pasty's irritating Salt excites, And kindles up their Thirsty Appetites. When (Oh! Uncertain State of Human Things!) Light-footed Fame Unhappy Tydings brings, Reports with trembling Lips and visage pale The Oracle, and all its Dire Detail.

The Chanter, warm'd with Muscadine and Rage, Arose, resolv'd the Prelate to ingage. He Errata