In one strange Group, a chattering race was hurl'd,
Led by the Monkey who had seen the world.
He, it is said, from woodland shepherds stole,
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And went to Court, to greet each fellow fool.
Like him, Fabricio steals from guardian's side,
Swims not in [pleasure's] stream, but sips the tide;
}
He hates the Bottle, yet but thinks it right
}