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 Then since no Veneration is allow'd. Or to the real, or th' appearing Good; The Project that we vainly apprehend, Must, as it blindly rose, as vilely end. Some Members of the Faculty there are, Who Int'rest prudently to Oaths prefer. Our Friendship with feign'd Airs they poorly court, And boast their Politicks are our Support. Them we'll consult about this Enterprize, And boldly Execute what they Advise.

But from below (while such Resolves they took) Some Aurum Fulminans the Fabrick shook. The Champions, daunted at the Crack, retreat, Regard their Safety, and their Rage forget.

So when at Bathos Earth's big Offspring strove To scale the Skies, and wage a War with Jove; Soon as the Ass of old Silenus bray'd, The trembling Rebels in Confusion fled.

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