XXXVI. Besides, within the Alps, to every woman And we may call this (not to say the worst) XXXVII. The word was formerly a,,Cicisbeo," But that is now grown vulgar and indecent; The Spaniards call the person a,,Cortejo,"3 For the same mode subsists in Spain, though recent; In short it reaches from the Po to Teio, And may perhaps at last be o'er the sea sent. But Heaven preserve Old England from such cour ses! Or what becomes of damage and divorces? XXXVIII. However, I still think, with all due deference XXXIX. Tis true, your budding Miss is very charming, All Giggle, Blush; -half Pertness, and half Pout; And glancing at Mamma, for fear there's harm in What you, she, it, or they, may be about, The Nursery still lisps out in all they utterBesides, they always smell of bread and butter. XL. But,,Cavalier Servente" is the phrase XLI. With all its sinful doings, I must say Who love to see the Sun shine every day, And vines (not nail'd to walls) from tree to tree Festoon'd, much like the back scene of a play, Or melodrame, which people flock to see, When the first act is ended by a dance In vineyards copied from the south of France. XLII. I like on Autumn evenings to ride out, Where the green alleys windingly allure, Reeling with grapes red waggons choke the way,In England 'twould be dung, dust, or a dray. To see the Sun set, sure he'll rise to-morrow, Not through a misty morning twinkling weak as A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with all Heaven t'himself; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers, DI LE XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all sa pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttu ral, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sput XLV. ter all. I like the women too (forgive my folly), |