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258 Engrav'd in planetary hours, That over mortals had strange powers To make them thrive in law or trade, And stab or poison to evade; In wit or wisdom to improve, And be victorious in love. Whachum had neither cross nor pile, His plunder was not worth the while; All which the conqu'ror did discompt, To pay for curing of his rump.
 * But Sidrophel, as full of tricks

As Rota-men of politics, Straight cast about to over-reach Th' unwary conqu'ror with a fetch, And make him glad at least to quit His victory, and fly the pit, Before the secular prince of darkness Arriv'd to seize upon his carcass: And, as a fox with hot pursuit, Chas'd through a warren, cast about To save his credit, and among Dead vermin on a gallows hung.