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Rh The former scales, wherein he us'd to poise Love against love, and equal joys with joys, Are now fill'd up with avarice and pride, Where titles, power, and riches, still subside. Then, gentle Venus, to thy father run, And tell him, how thy children are undone; Prepare his bolts to give one fatal blow. And strike Discretion to the shades below.

And that which deserves to be first put the last; Spell all then, and put them together, to find The name and the virtues of him I design'd. Like the patriarch in Egypt, he's vers'd in the state; Like the prophet in Jewry, he's free with the great; Like a racer he flies, to succour with speed. When his friends want his aid, or desert is in need. THE