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 'Till Fates, indulgent when Disasters call, By Squirt's nice Hand apply'd a Urinal; The Wight no sooner did the Steam receive, But rous'd, and blefs'd the stale Restorative. The Springs of Life their former Vigour feel. Such Zeal he had for that vile Utensil.

So when the Great Pelides, Thetis found, He knew the Sea-weed Scent, and th'Azure Goddess own'd.



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