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 Occasion favours, the Cabal is met At thy own Mansion, thy belov'd Retreat, The Muses Darling Theam, the Graces Seat. There Clodios and Sigillos anxious Thoughts, Are brooding o'er Imaginary Plots: Whilst Bibliopolo with his awkard [sic] Jests Deserves his Dinner, and diverts the Guests. Bathillo, in his own unborrow'd Strains, Young Sacharissa's Angel Form profanes: Whilst her dull Husband, sensless of her Charms, Lies lumpish in her soft encircling Arms. For he to Wisdom makes a Grave Pretence, But wants alas! His Fathers Depth of Sense. Howere, supplying all Defects of Wit, He shews a true Fanatick Zeal and Heat. Rh