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 But they shall fly, like Mists, before the Sun, When my Designs to full Perfection grown, Exert their Pow'r, and make the World my own.

Camillo, tho' triumphant in the Field Seduc'd by Grants shall to this Party yield. A Chief, to form whose mighty Mind, conspire The Roman Conduct, and the Grecian Fire. Germanias Stator, and Britannias Joy, Whose Fame does the whole Western World imploy. By whom (so Heav'n and Anna have decreed) Tyrants are humbled, enslav'd Nations freed. But still not all his Valour can withstand The Witchcraft of Sempronia's Golden Hand. In