Of every monarch, till they are consigned
To those sad hungry Jacobins the worms,
Who on the very loftiest kings have dined,—
His Highness gazed upon Gulbeyaz' charms,
Expecting all the welcome of a lover
(A "Highland welcome"[335] all the wide world over).
XIV.
Now here we should distinguish; for howe'er
Kisses, sweet words, embraces, and all that,
May look like what it is—neither here nor there,[GI]