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 Gums, Fossiles too the Pyramid increas'd. A Mummy next, once Monarch of the East. Then from the Compter he takes down the File, And with Prescriptions lights the solemn Pile.

Feebly the Flames on clumsie Wings aspire, And smoth'ring Fogs of Smoke benight the Fire. With Sorrow he beheld the sad Portent, Then to the Hag these Orizons he sent.

Disease! thou ever most propitious Pow'r, Whose kind Indulgence we discern each Hour; Thou well canst boast thy num'rous Pedigree Begot by Sloth, maintain'd by Luxury. In gilded Palaces thy Prowess reigns But flies the humble Sheds of Cottage Swains. To You such Might and Energy belong, You nip the Blooming, and unnerve the Strong. The Purple Conqueror in Chains you bind, And are to us your Vassals only kind.

If, in return, all Diligence we pay To fix your Empire, and confirm your Sway, Far as the weekly Bills can reach around, From Kent-street end to fam'd St. Giles's-Pound; Behold this poor Libation with a Smile, And let auspicious Light break through the Pile.

He spoke; and on the Pyramid he laid Bay Leaves and Vipers Hearts, and thus he said; As These consume in this mysterious Fire, So let the curs'd Dispensary expire; And