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 The Zealous Vulgar Force down All they Meet, Nor will they Suffer One to keep his Feet.

Th' Out-witted Adverse Host, Confounded stare At this unthought of Stratagem in War, And dread the Storm approaching from afar, Vainly the Trembling Chanter seeks for Aid From his own Courage, or his Firm Brigade. By Both Forsaken, He too now must Fly, Or Fall before his Haughty Enemy. The Consternated Troops Themselves Disband. Yet None Escapes the swift-pursuing Hand. Driv'n on each others Backs, and spur'd by Fear; Still Hangs the Conquering Finger on their Rear. Ev'rard, in Hopes to hide his threatn'd Head From Holy Insult, to a Corner Fled. The