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 What more than frantick Rage (said he) now Reigns? What wild Capricio's hurry round your Brains? Support your Lustre better, think at least A rich laborious Prelate is a Jest: Let a full Meal this useless rage expell; Sharpen your Appetite, and blunt your Zeal; This is no Ember-Week, the Church commands No Fast; impose not then these rigid Bands. Great Sir, resume your Senses and your Food, A Dinner heated twice was never good.

Thus GilotinThen pointing shew'd his Lord The smoaking Soup attending on the Board; The Prelate struck with Reverence and Delight, Stood silent conquer'd by the pleasing Sight. Victorious