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 Exult in their fierce union! I am sad, And know not why the simple Peasants crowd Beneath the Chieftains' standard!" Thus the Maid,


 * To her the tutelary Spirit replied:

"When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores No more can rouse the appetites of ; When the low flattery of their reptile Lords Falls flat and heavy on the accustom'd ear; When Eunuchs sing, and Fools buffoonery make, And Dancers writhe their harlot-limbs in vain: Then and all its dread vicissitudes Pleasingly agitate their stagnant Hearts; Its hopes, its fears, its victories, its defeats, Insipid Royalty's keen condiment! Therefore, uninjur'd and unprofited, (Victims at once and Executioners) The congregated Husbandmen lay waste The Vineyard and the Harvest. As along The Bothnic coast, or southward of the Line, Though hush'd the Winds and cloudless the Noon, Yet if, weary of ease, In sports unwieldy toss his Island-bulk, Ocean behind him billows, and before