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Granta! nightly libations there to himProfuse are pour'd, till from the dizzy brainTriangles, Circles, Parallelograms,Moods, Tenses, Dialects, and Demigods,And Logic and Theology are sweptBy the red deluge.Unmolested thereHe reigns; till comes at length the general feast,Septennial sacrifice; then when the sonsOf England meet, with watchful care to chuseTheir delegates, wise, independent men,Unbribing and unbrib'd, and cull'd to guardTheir rights and charters from the encroaching graspOf greedy Power: then all the joyful landJoin in his sacrifices, so inspir'dTo make the important choice.The observing MaidAddress'd her guide, "These Theodore, thou sayestAre men, who pampering their foul appetites,Injured themselves alone. But where are they,
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