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52 Hither the frantick goddess draws Three sufferers in a ruin'd cause: By faction banished, here unite, A dean, a Spaniard , and a knight ; Unite, but on conditions cruel; The dean and Spaniard find it too well, Condemned to live in service hard; On either side his honour's guard; The dean to guard his honour's back, Must build a castle at Drumlack; The Spaniard, sore against his will, Must raise a fort at Market-hill. And thus the pair of humble gentry At north and south are posted sentry; While, in his lordly castle fixt, The knight triumphant reigns betwixt: And, what the wretches most resent, To be his slaves, must pay him rent; Attend him daily as their chief, Decant his wine, and carve his beef. O, Fortune! 'tis a scandal for thee To smile on those who are least worthy: Weigh but the merits of the three, His slaves have ten times more than he. Proud baronet of Nova Scotia! The dean and Spaniard must reproach ye: Of their two fames the world enough rings: Where are thy services and sufferings? What if for nothing once you kiss'd, Against the grain, a monarch's fist? What