All seem’d befitting to that Row and dwelling;
The hearty welcome to the various treat
Was lost on him—he could nor laugh nor eat.
But one thing pleased him, when he look’d around,
His clearest Phœbe could not there be found:
“Wise and discreet,” he says, “she shuns the crew
Of vulgar neighbours, some kind act to do;
In some fair house, some female friend to meet,
Or take at evening prayer in church her seat.”
Meantime there rose, amid the ceaseless din, 320}