She told how this or that their part mistook,
And of the rival Romeos gave the look;
Of either house ’twas hers the strength to see,
Then judge with candour - “Drury Lane for me.”
What made this knowledge, what this skill complete?
A fortnight’s visit in Whitechapel Street.
Her place in life was rich and poor between,
With those a favourite, and with these a queen;
She could her parts assume, and condescend
To friends more humble while an humble friend;