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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;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
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