He skips before, and nimbly climbs the Stairs
Melampus thus, panting with lolling Tongue,
And wagging’s Tail, Gamboles, and frisks before
His sequel Lord from pensive Walk return’d,
Whether in Shady Wood or Pasture Green,
And waits his coming at the well known Gate.
Nigh to the Stairs ascent, in regal Port
Sits a Majestick Dame, whose looks denounce
Command and Sov’reignty, with haughty Air,
And Studied Mien, in Semicirc’lar Throne