Chance Fair Steward your Budding Show revive
As Coach and Consort these Rising Stars teach
And how the Master's Craft baste their Stars alive
Then Spice their Morsels your Support beseech
That their Best forged latest which Merits grew
Always from Pies their Tangy Berries fill:
One the Minister her Life by States re-new,
The Other his Elder-by-Hands instill
Yet Triumph his Spirit such Somersault plays,
Dip this Hope which the Ego un-provides
As Medals strike Honour squeeze Soul relays
Where most by Fan-fare play his Trend subsides.
Happenstance his Marriage to Pink will Beg
Accept his Fragrance loaded on a Keg.
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