And then there's the Grotesca—such a dancer!
Where men have souls or bodies she must answer.
LXXXV.
"As for the figuranti,[253] they are like
The rest of all that tribe; with here and there
A pretty person, which perhaps may strike—
The rest are hardly fitted for a fair;
There's one, though tall and stiffer than a pike,
Yet has a sentimental kind of air
Which might go far, but she don't dance with vigour—