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 See, see, see, see, see, see, see, see, See, see, see, see, see, see, see, see, How th' immortal Spirits run, See, see, see, see, see, see, see, see How th' immortal Spirits run; Pursue, pursue, pursue, pursue, pursue, Pursue, pursue, pursue, pursue, pursue, Drive 'em o'er the burning Zone; Drive 'em o'er the burning Zone, From thence come rowling down, Come rowling down, and search the Globe below, With all the Gulphy Main, to find my lost, My wandring Sense, my wandring Sense again.

She. By this disjoynted matter, That crouds thy Pericranium, I nicely have found That thy Brain is not sound, And thou shalt be, And thou shalt be my Companion.

Come, come, come, come, come, come, He. Let us plague the World then, I embrace the blest Occasion; For by instinct I find Thou art one of the Kind, Thou art one of the Kind, That first brought in, That first brought in Damnation.

She. My Face has Heaven inchanted With all the sky born Fellows, Jove press'd to my Breast, and my Bosom he kiss'd,          Which made Old Juno Jealous.

He. I challeng'd grisly Pluto, But the God of Fire did shun me, Witty Hermes I drubb'd, round the Pole with my Club, For breaking Jokes upon me.