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What more than frantick Rage (said he) now Reigns?
What wild Capricio's hurry round your Brains?
Support your Lustre better, think at least
A rich laborious Prelate is a Jest:
Let a full Meal this useless rage expell;
Sharpen your Appetite, and blunt your Zeal;
This is no Ember-Week, the Church commands
No Fast; impose not then these rigid Bands.
Great Sir, resume your Senses and your Food,
A Dinner heated twice was never good.

Thus Gilotin——Then pointing shew'd his Lord
The smoaking Soup attending on the Board;
The Prelate struck with Reverence and Delight,
Stood silent conquer'd by the pleasing Sight.

Victorious