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 And now Sweet Sleep forsakes each wondring Eye; The Street, astonish'd, rises at the Cry: At length the Canons their strong Fetters break, Unseal their Lids, and in Confusion Wake: Monstrous and wild Ideas Each Conceives, And what his Fancy breeds, his Fear believes: One Thinks loud Thunder Splits the Sacred Choire; The Chapel burning with a Second Fire: Others more Sad and Phlegmatick than He Guess't it the Toning of the Tenebræ: A Third, still Dozing with the Fumes of Wine, , Vows 'tis a laid Design, And Grumbles that he was not Call'd to Dine.

So when Returning Phœbus gilds the Year, And Chears with Genial Warmth our Hemisphere; When Errata