FRom the unfathomd Bowels of those cells,
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Where death and everlasting horror dwells,
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I come with timely notice to prevent
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A restless and eternal discontent,
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Least you (my once belovd) too late repent.
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What ere the great designing Grandees said,
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My willing soul officiously obeyd,
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I was an active Puppet and was proud,
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To squeak out Treason to the listning Croud,
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Whilst S--- behind the Curtain sate,
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And taught my busie babling tongue to prate,
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But now my Quondam Tutor give that ore,
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And trust your vain projecting head no more;
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Though with deliberation you assayl,
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Think how the Silver slime betrays the Snail.
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Tell Dr. Titus and without offence
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To his imaginary Reverence.
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Twere better that the truth had been exposd
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As naked as himself and as disclosd:
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It was imprudence in him and a freik
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To stretch the Plot so far to make it break.
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Poor Implement to some designing head,
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And then by fairer promises betrayd.
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Let M------ curb ambition least it grow,
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And only swell him high to hurl him low,
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The Eagles lawful brood can only gaze
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Like unconcernd Spectators at the Rayes,
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Too weak his eyes, his countenance too down
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To look against the Lustre of a Crown.
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Now for the scribling Tribe, my last advice
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Is seasonable Caution to be nice,
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Too boldly in their function they transgress,
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Too fatally Licentious is the Press.
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The giddy and believing Rout they please
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With Mercuryes and Impartiallities,
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Whilst into the unpleasant Dose is thrown
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Protestancy to make the Cup go down;
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I filld a Bumper to the Rising Sun,
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And drank Sedition till I was undone.
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