(When she don't pin men's limbs in like a gaoler),—
Behold him placed as if upon a pillar! He[JG]
Seems Love turned a Lieutenant of Artillery![506]
XLV.
His bandage slipped down into a cravat—
His wings subdued to epaulettes—his quiver
Shrunk to a scabbard, with his arrows at
His side as a small sword, but sharp as ever—
His bow converted into a cocked hat—
But still so like, that Psyche were more clever