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 Their Hair Erect, and Grey with sudden Fright The flying Squadron pierce the Shades of Night.

So meet a heedless Troop of wanton Boys In some close Corner, with unpunish'd Noise; Th' indocile Libertines securely play, In idle Pastime truanting the Day; Far from their Studious Masters prying Sight, They give a Loose to Joy, and Revel in Delight. But if stern Argus by Surprise appears, They quit their Pleasures and resume their Fears; Dreading the future Birch and threatning Eye, In Clusters from th' unfinish'd Game they fly.

Discord inrag'd beheld the routed Crowd, And roar'd, like Thunder from a broken Cloud; Then, to revive their Hearts congeal'd with Fear, And rally their base Souls to Second War, She