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 Say then, my Muse, their secret Thoughts display, Expose their dark Designs to Open Day.

This Grand Cabal was held-at dead of Night, (For Ghosts and Furies always shun the Light) Despair, and Rage, and Sorrow kept 'em Dumb, Till Moro rose (the Master of the Dome.) A Stamm'ring, Hot, Conceited, Laughing L, Who prov'd his want of Sense in ev'ry word, When thus at length his Fetter'd Tongue broke loose; I take it as an Honour that you've Chose For this Debate, your humble Servant's House. The House henceforward shall Recorded stand, As the Palladium of the sinking Land; And