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Book II. Why should I sing what bards the nightly Muse Did slumb'ring visit, and convey to stews; Who prouder march'd, with magistrates in state, To some fam'd round-house, ever open gate! How Henley lay inspir'd beside a sink, And to mere mortals seem'd a Priest in drink: While others, timely, to the neighb'ring Fleet (Haunt of the Muses) made their safe retreat.