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From Faction's dark unbottom'd Cell I come,
Fraught with Britannia's Fate and final, Doom.
For, Meditating Vengeance in her Mind,
At length a Finish'd Plan she has design'd.
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What she by rougher Arts has fought in vain,
That Whigs should Triumph in a Tory Reign.

Thus he began, and then proceeds to tell
What Faction had before reveal'd in Hell.

The wellcome Narrative touch'd Clodio's Heart,
Who did in Words like these his Joy impart.
Since thy Divided State permits, be thou
As once a Friend, a Guardian Genius now.

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