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 Nor did th' Immortal Prelates Labours ceafe, Till Victory had Crown'd 'em with Success; Till his gay Eyes sparkling with fluid Fire, Beheld the Desk reflourish in the Choir. In Vain the Chanter and the Chapter strove; Twice they essay'd the fatal Desk to move: As oft the Prelate with unweary'd Pain, Fix'd it to his proud Rival's Seat again.

Muse, let the Holy Warrior's Rage be sung; Why Sacred Minds Infernal Furies stung: What Spark inflam'd the zealots Rival's Heat, How Heavenly Breasts with Human Passions beat!

And thou Illustrious Hero, whose Command Asswag'd the Fire, whose salutary Hand With more than Æsculapian Art cou'd heal The Schism sick Church, and stop the growing Ill. Propitious