Cave of Poverty, The - Part 60

Lazars, and Artists here of ev'ry kind;
Your whimsie-govern'd Virtuoso's there;
Fidlers, a mighty Throng, with Heads inclin'd,
List'ning at Ecchoes and imagin'd Air.
Of those, whom squeamish Conscience aw'd, a few;
And from the flow'ry Paths of Int'rest drew.
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