They went to the Ridotto ('tis a place

To which I mean to go myself to-morrow,[228]

Just to divert my thoughts a little space

Because I'm rather hippish, and may borrow

Some spirits, guessing at what kind of face

May lurk beneath each mask; and as my sorrow

Slackens its pace sometimes, I'll make, or find,

Something shall leave it half an hour behind.)