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 Disperse a thousand well invented Tales Of Foreign Gold, the Pope, and Prince of Wales. 'Tis easy the Unreas'ning Mob to guide, For they are always on the Factious side. This labour'd here, 'twill be our next Resort, To Manage and Cajole Sophia's Court. Toland alone for such a work is fit, In all the Arts of Villany Compleat. Besides no Region round shall want a Spy, That boldly shall the Ministry decry; Shall Praise the past, the present Reign Condemn, And all their measures, all their Councels blame; Shall never fail Objections still to raise, And turn their greatest Honour to Disgrace. Like