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Then from their watery Burroughs Eelcs resort, 

 And leave the safety of the Liquid Court. 

 Like Lovers, in the dark they are most kind, 

 And sweetly meet, new blisses by Injoying find. 

 A Rastick with a Flambeau in his hand, 

 Goes like a Page of Honour thro' the Strand, 

 When Madam she's retiring from the Play to 



Court, 



Cloy'd with vain repetitions and an Idle sport. 

 Vain is that pleasure yields us no delight, 

 But dulls our over-clouded Appetite. 

 Resume thy theme, the Flambeau glistering 



bright, 



The wandering JEeles are dazel'd at the light, 

 And, like to Boys admiring, grow 

 Bold at a Lord Mayors Pageant show: 

 They nearer draw, and still the glittering fire; 

 As he walks up and down, applaud admire, 

 He warily knows how to pick and chuse, 

 And neatly can his skillful shovel use; 

 For when the larger sort comes in his way, 

 Down goes the shovel, and he's forc'd to stay 

 Till with the Awl they him to Land convey. 

 Now see sweet Maro, of the Pearch I sing, 

 And Dedicate to thee, who art the Muses King, 

 My solemn Theme; 



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