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78 Be here repeated; how with Lust, and Wine Inflam'd, they fought, and spilt their drunken Souls At feasting Hour. Ye Heav'nly Pow'rs, that guard The British Isles, such dire Events remove Far from fair Albion, nor let Civil Broils Ferment from Social Cups: May we, remote From the hoarse, brazen Sound of War, enjoy Our humid Products, and with seemly Draughts Enkindle Mirth, and Hospitable Love. Too oft alas! has mutual Hatred drench'd Our Swords in Native Blood, too oft has Pride, And hellish Discord, and insatiate Thirst Of other's Rights, our Quiet discompos'd. Have we forgot, how fell Destruction rag'd Wide-spreading, when by Eris' Torch incens'd Our Fathers warr'd? What Hero's, signaliz'd For Loyalty, and Prowess, met their Fate Untimely, undeserv'd! How Bertie fell, Rh