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 But why should I Cethego's Praise pursue, When all his Virtues, Clodio, shine in you. Narcisso next, Magnificently Gay, Smil'd his Assent, but not a word would say. He fear'd to strain his Voice by talking loud, Nor was his Quail-pipe made for such a Crowd. A batter'd Beau, yet Youthful in Decay, Who Dresses Whores and Games his Time away. Fond of Sedition, but indulging Vice With all that Wealth, profusely spent, supplies. And yet this Debauchee pretends to claim An Injur'd Patriot's Meritorious Name. Then squeal'd Orlando, but his furious Heat, Shew'd him for cool mature Debates unfit, Nor will we here the Blust'ring Speech repeat. Rh