"Tis hard to say, whether the _Gloomy Clime_, Or _Murder_, _Incest_, or some heinous Crime, Sends _Building-Fiends_, into the _Madding World_, Govern"d by _Frenzy_; by Confusion _hurl"d_, Seize all they meet; and----like the baited BEAR, Without Distinction, _Range_, and _Rend_, and _Tear_: No one escapes them: from Lord O--R--D: down, To _B----s_, and every errant Fool in Town: They _build_, or teach; are leading, or are led; And never cease, till they"re in Jail, or dead.

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