Sir Argus believ’d the Dame might have guess’d right;
Yet, entre-nous, thought her not very polite:
But that was a trifle; he now had a clew
To assist his research; and more satisfied grew:
Since the Owl’s well-known wisdom, and vast penetration,
From time immemorial had claim’d admiration.
But ev’ning clos’d in, and we well may suppose,
That our Travellers long’d for a little repose:
While the Moon-loving Dame, who had no wish to sleep,
Meant in pensive delight, her lone vigil to keep: