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 Propitious o'er these Sacred Numbers shine, With thy bright Influence aid the great Design; And as you deign a willing Ear to lend, Religiously th' important Tale attend.

Id'st the soft Pleasures of Fraternal Peace, In laughing Plenty and luxuriant Ease, Paris beheld her Ancient Chappel rise, Florid in Years, delightful to her Eyes; Her lusty Canons rosy Beauties grace, And brilliant Health crimsons each ruddy Face; Fatten'd with long and holy Luxury; Deep sunk in Down, soft as their Furs they lie; While there the sacred Sluggards waste the Day In dull ReposeBy Deputy they Pray. They only watch'd that they might relish Rest, And never fasted but to make a Feast. Unhealthy