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the festive board, a sated guest; Others, more dreaded than the rest, From

journal - reading hurry to the play. As to a masquerade, with absent minds,

they press, Sheer curiosity their footsteps winging; Ladies display their

persons and their dress, Actors unpaid their service bringing. What dreams

beguile you on your poet's height? What puts a full house in a merry mood?

More closely view your patrons of the night! The half are cold, the half are

rude. One, the play over, craves a game of cards; Another a wild night in

wanton joy would spend. Poor fools the muses' fair regards. Why court for