_O think what anxious Moments pass between The Birth of Plots, and their last fatal Periods! Oh! 'tis a dreadful Interval of Time, Fill'd up with Horror all, and big with Death! Destruction hangs on ev'ry Word we speak, On ev'ry Thought, till the concluding Stroke Determines all, and closes our Design._ Printed for WILLIAM CHETWOOD, at _Cato_'s- _Head_, in _Russel-Street, Covent-Garden_. M.DCC.XXI.…
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