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At thy own Mansion, thy belov'd Retreat,
The Muses Darling Theam, the Graces Seat.
There Clodio's and Sigillo's anxious Thoughts,
Are brooding o'er Imaginary Plots:
Whilst Bibliopolo with his awkard 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.