Is now breaking his muscular shanks to a dance;
Now, veering and steering with cumbersome grace,
The quick-steps of his minikin Mistress to trace,
In vain her huge Romeo would bend, at her beck,
The languishing cable he rears as a neck!
That Cupid is blind we have evidence ample,
But sure never a rule had so rich an example!—
That this cooing Colossus ... this two-legged Tree ...
Should succeed with a bird you would take for a Bee!—
But enough—for my memory sadly it poses,