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 Unhealthy Mattins wisely they decline, And substitute a Journeyman-Divine.

When Discord rose a squalid guilty Shade, Black as her Crimes, in sable Night array'd; Soft Peace with Horror view'd the Ghastly Spright, And trembling fled her inauspicious Sight: The livid Fury her dire Course had run, From Church to Church her Visitation gone; Then at the noisy Hall's litigious Bar She stop'd, and smil'd to see the pleasing War; Contemplating her growing Power the stood, And breath'd Contention on the jarring Croud. In countless Shoals her faithful Normans flow; Normans whose Breasts perpetual Tempests blow: Squadrons of Lawyers here, drive o'er the Plain, And Clients there, the dreadful Charge sustain: The