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Thalia then he went about to seek,
And heard she might be met with, once a week
Or so, at Drury Lane or Covent Garden; But, 'neath her mask he found a grinning face, Distorted by the vulgarest grimace ;
So he pass'd on and begg'd the lady's pardon.
Next for Melpomene he turned to look
In Covent Garden, once her favourite nook; :
But there he found she scarcely ever came,
Having resigned her dagger and her bowl
With Madame Melodrama for her name.
In quest then of Terpsichore he went,
And at the Opera an evening spent,
In hopes the graceful maiden there to see ;Sad disappointment! in her place he found A painted, half-dressed lady twirling round,
With petticoats a foot above her knee.