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 They were all contriv'd in Spight, To torment us, not delight, But to scold, to scold, to scratch and bite, And not one of them proves right, But all, all are Witches by this Light, And so I fairly bid 'em and the World good night, Good night, good night, good night, Good night, good night.

A New Ode, or Dialogue, between Mars the God of War and Plutus, or Mammon God of Riches; made for the Entertainment of his Grace the Duke of, and General Officers, by the Right Honourable Sir Robert Bedingfield, then Lord-Mayor, and the Honourable the Court of Aldermen in the City: Set to Musick by Mr. Weldon, and perform'd by Mr. Elford and Mr. Leveridge, Decemb. —, 1706.

Mars.   FRom Glorious Toyls of War, With dazling Banners brought from far, Behold, behold, Thou potent God of Gold, My Hero by the Warriours follow'd, comes; Prepare a Royal Feast To treat the Noble Guest; Thy gorgeous Purse unty, Let shining Medals fly, To give 'em joyful Welcome to their Homes.