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 Like the Supreme directing Hand of Jove, We'll Act unseen, and all around us Move. So Catiline the Fate of Rome design'd, And when h' had form'd the Scheme within his Mind, In such a warm Harangue his Friends addrest, And open'd all the Secret of his Breast. This hit Sigillo's Thoughts, and made him cool, Tho' just before he scarcely could Controul The stormy Passion swelling in his Soul; His restless Soul, that rends his sickly Frame, Worn with a poys'nous and corroding Flame. An unjust Je, and blemish of the M, Witness the Bankers long depending Case. A