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 Then to the lofty Room, which fac'd the Skies, By Men the call'd, the weeping Lady flies. Alicia heard; streight after her she went, Nimbly surmounting the Stairs high Ascent; To shew her Duty by her speedy Care, And lessen Sorrow, while she takes a Share.

Now had approaching Night the Town o'erspread, And scatter'd thro' the Streets a dusky Shade. The Bell rings Supper; th' hungry Chaplains all, Blessing the Sound, and pliant to the Call, Flock from the empty Choir to the more welcome Hall. The Taverns thicken; the wet Chanter sings; And every Room with Noise and Nonsence rings. Forth