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Book II. Th'embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey, That suit an unpay'd taylor snatch'd away. No rag, no scrap, of all the beau, or wit, That once so flutter'd, and that once so writ. Heav'n rings with laughter: Of the laughter vain, Dulness, good Queen, repeats the jest again. Three wicked imps, of her own Grubstreet choir, She deck'd like Congreve, Addison, and Prior; Mears, Warner, Wilkins run: delusive thought! Breval, Bond, Besaleel, the varlets caught.