And he his nymph in secret service sought.
Some days of absence—not with full consent, }
But with slow leave—were to entreaty lent; }
And forth the Lover rode, uncertain what he meant. }
He reached the dwelling he had known so long,
When a pert damsel told him, “he was wrong;
Their house she did not just precisely know,
But he would find it somewhere in the Row;
The Rayners now were come a little down,
Nor more the topmost people in the town.” 280