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Faction
Thy Guardian Laws to weaken they Combine,
And tamely thy Essential Rights resign.
Thy Antient Truths with [1]Modern Glosses blend,
Destroying the Religion they would mend.
But Muse proceed, nor dwell on Thoughts too long,
That would Inflame thy Satyrizing Song.
Clodio with kindling Emulation heard
What this Triumvirate of Priests declar'd.
Clodio, the Chief of all the Rebel-Race,
Uncheck'd by Fear, unhumbled by Disgrace;
Whose Working, Turbulent, Fanatick Mind
No Tenderness can move, no Ties can bind.
To
- ↑ B———t's Exposition of the Articles,
