Are given by Gentlemen who teach to dance:
By Fiddlers, and by Opera-singers:
One loud, and then a little one behind;
As if the knocker fell, by chance,
Out of their fingers.
The Servant lets him in, with dismal face,
Long as a courtier’s out of place—
Portending some disaster;
John’s countenance as rueful look’d, and grim,
As if th’ Apothecary had physick’d him,—