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 LaTrape's grown Famous by my shameful Flight, Nor can St. Denys bear my odious Sight. The Jesuits ever have my Pow'r defy'd; Few but the dull Citose my Rule obey'd. The Holy Chappel, with its Founder, slept, And from old Time its Lethargy had kept. Lo! now a Desk, a fatal Foe to Peace, Strives to dislodge me from my ancient Ease. And wilt Thou, Night, lend thy officious Aid To cover Crimes, far blacker than thy Shade? Wilt Thou, dear Partner of my lov'd Repose, Abet my Ruin, and protect my Foes? If e'er to Thee alone I did reveal The Joys of Love, which I from Day conceal; Ah! suffer not at leastHere Sloth opprest With length of Words, and want of grateful Rest, Sunk down: His Strength forsook the stupid God, And to Repose resign'd the lifeless Load. THE