Yet, under great BELLARIO'S care,
He gain'd each day a better air;
With many a leader of renown,
Deep in the learning of the Town,
Who never other science knew,
But what from that prime source they drew;
Pleas'd, to the opera they repair,
To get recruits of knowledge there;
Mythology gain at a glance,
And learn the Classics from a dance:
For tho' they never car'd a groat,
How far'd the vent'rous Argonaut,
Yet, pleas'd, they see MEDEA rise
On fiery dragons to the skies:
For DIDO, tho' they never knew her
As MARO'S magic pencil drew her,
Fond as she was, and broken-hearted,
Her pious vagabond departed;
Yet, for DIDONE how they roar!
And  loud encore.