‘a nymph with a white varnished face
And a sallow thin man, almost covered with lace.’
He escapes from their gushing ecstasies only to fall on a political discussion:
Next a party of critics and authors I joined,
And thought I had found out a set to my mind:
Cries a little black man, ‘I’m convinced, Dr. Guzzle,
’Tis a poor paltry book that was mentioned by Puzzle.
I’m told too that Ratsbane and Screachowl abuse it?—
Have you, my dear Doctor, had time to peruse it?’