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[Immortall Ben is dead; and as that ball]

Immortall Ben is dead; and as that ball
On Ida toss'd, so is his Crown by all
The infantry of wit. Vain Priests! that chair
Is only fit for his trve Son and Heir.
Reach here the Laurell. Randolph, 'tis thy praise
Thy naked Scull shall well become the Bayes.
See, Daphne, coures thy Ghost: and spite of fate,
Thy Poems shall be Poet Laureat,
G. W. Ioan.