The effeminate garb?"—thus, after a short pause,
Sighed Juan, muttering also some slight oaths,
"What the devil shall I do with all this gauze?"
Thus he profanely termed the finest lace
Which e'er set off a marriage-morning face.
LXXVII.
And then he swore; and, sighing, on he slipped
A pair of trousers of flesh-coloured silk;[FF]
Next with a virgin zone he was equipped,
Which girt a slight chemise as white as milk;