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2 Faction, a restless and repining Fiend, Curdles their Blood, and gnaws upon their Mind. Off-spring of Chaos, Enemy to Form, Who raging swells the World into a Storm. She taught the Giants to attempt the Sky, And Jove's avenging Thunder to defy. She rais’d the Hand, that struck the Fatal Blow, Which Martyr’d Jove's Vicegerent here below; She still pursues him with relentless Hate, Arraigns his Mem'ry, and Insults his Fate. 'Tis She, that wou’d, on ev’ry vain pretence, Depose a True Hereditary Prince; That would Usurpers for their Treason Crown, Till Time and Vengeance drag them headlong down, And Exil’d Monarchs Reassert their rightful Throne. Just