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 A Rage of Pleasure madden'd every Breast, Down to the lowest Lees the Ferment ran: To his licentious Wish Each must be blest, With Joy be fever'd; snatch it as he can. Thus Vice the Standard rear'd; her Arrier-Ban Corruption call'd, and loud she gave the Word. "Mind, mind yourselves! Why should the vulgar Man, "The be more virtuous than his Lord?

The Tidings reach'd to Where in quiet Hall, The good old Knight enjoy'd well-earn'd Repose. "Come, come, Sir Knight! thy Children on thee call; "Come, save us yet, ere Ruin round us close! "The Demon thy Toils o'erthrows." On this the noble Colour stain'd his Cheeks, Indignant, glowing through the whitening Snows Of venerable ; his Eye full speaks