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Mammon. If Mammon e'er unlocks the Store, And deals to mortal Hands the sacred Ore, The Soul of all things here below; That baffles Crowns, And raises Towns, The Will controuls, and makes a Friend a Foe.

He first must know for what he pays, Since for Desert alone he turns the Keys; Let Merit then inspire each Voice and Tongue, Mars.  Prepare to hear, for charming is the Song, Prepare to hear, &c. [Here both sing the two last Lines.]

Mars.        The Power of Gallia shaken, Ramillies Trophies taken, Proud Flanders too subjected, And Belgian States protected, With daily Wonders still more strange and great, Too high for Praise, too numerous to repeat.

Mammon.    As Noble Merit claims Regard, To prove I always am prepar'd;         Remember the renown'd Eugene; Mars.              I do, Mammon. How speedy Bounty did your Wish pursue, And golden Seraphs to his Succour flew, That sav'd the sinking Cause; Mars.              I do, I do, All this ador'd, Divinity is true.

Mammon.    Beyond the Alpine Mounts of Snow, Far as the Banks of ancient Po, The Cordial Coyn was sent, O happy Chance, To heal their fainting Troops, and send a             Plague to France;