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XXVIIT.

To Horse! to horse! he quits, for ever quitsA scene of peace, though soothing to his soul:Again he rouses from his moping fits,

But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl.Onward he flies , nor fix'd as yet the goalWhere he shall rest him on his pilgrimage;And o’er him many changing scenes musL rollEre toil his thirst for travel can assuage,

Or he shall calm his breast, or learn experiencesage.

XXIX.

Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay,^Where dwelt of yore the Lusian’s lucklessqueen;

And church and court did mingle their array.And mass and revel were alternate seen ;Lordliugs and frercs — ill soiled fry 1 ween!But here the Babylonian whore hath builtA dome, where flaunts she in such glorious sheen,That men forget the Mood which she hath spilt,And how the knee to Pomp that loves to var*nish guilt.

XXX.

O'er vales that teem with fruits, roinantichills,(Oh, that such bills upheld a freeborn race!)