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 Wou'd you unpresidented madly run To Chapel, and prevent the rising Sun? Consider, Sir; to vulgar Chanters Leave The Pride of Meriting what they receive. Your Genius then indulge without Reserve, Let Wretches born for Labour toil and starve.

Friend, said the Chanter, still with Horrour pale, What can these vain Reflections now avail? Here thy Companionable Passion join, And mix thy amicable Sighs with mine; Thy honest Heart will tremble when it hears The Subject of thy dying Master's Fears: Twice gracious Morpheus had my Temples bound, And in forgetful Nightshade Reason drown'd: Intoxicating Fumes had Fancy warm'd, And every Sense to sweet Repose was charm'd, When