And the Eggar,[43] poor lady, was highly enraged

That her numerous offspring requiring her care,

Prevented her joining a party so rare.

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The Burnets,[44] Brown Pinioned,[45] the Dingy Brocades,[46]

The Black Raven Feather,[47] and sweet Angle Shades,[48]

Had promised that day with the Tussock[49] to dine,

A lady of fashion, whose hour was nine;

But when they received their dread sovereign’s command,

They yielded to custom’s imperious demand,

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For moths with us mortals in this do agree,