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PEAK, Goddess! since 'tis Thou that best canst tell, How ancient Leagues to modern Discord fell; And why Physicians were so cautious grown Of Others Lives, and lavish of their own; How by a Journey to th' Elysian Plain Peace triumph'd, and old Time return'd again.

Not far from that most celebrated Place, Where angry Justice shews her awful Face; Where little Villains must submit to Fate, That great Ones may enjoy the World in state; There stands a Dome, Majestick to the Sight, And sumptuous Arches bear its oval Height;

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