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 And I to future Ages be renown'd, The Party's Bullwark, and the Nation's Mound. Now, N, the immortal N's gone, We justly his untimely Herse Bemoan. O that I could restore his Life again! My Manly Spirit spurns a Woman's Chain. Full of such Nonsence lisping on he went, Till Ario interpos'd his Spleen to Vent. A Scotch, Seditious, Unbelieving Priest, The Brawny Chaplain of the Calves-Head-Feast; Who first his Patron, then his Prince Betray'd, And does that Church, he's Sworn to guard, Invade. Warm with Rebellious Rage, he thus began; To talk of calling Life agen is vain. Peace