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Their Hair Erect, and Grey with sudden Fright
The flying Squadron pierce the Shades of Night.

So meet a heedless Troop of wanton Boys
In some close Corner, with unpunish'd Noise;
Th' indocile Libertines securely play,
In idle Pastime truanting the Day;
Far from their Studious Masters prying Sight,
They give a Loose to Joy, and Revel in Delight.
But if stern Argus by Surprise appears,
They quit their Pleasures and resume their Fears;
Dreading the future Birch and threatning Eye,
In Clusters from th' unfinish'd Game they fly.

Discord inrag'd beheld the routed Crowd,
And roar'd, like Thunder from a broken Cloud;
Then, to revive their Hearts congeal'd with Fear,
And rally their base Souls to Second War,

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