He was gaily attired, all jackboots and braid.
He stared, she but glanced,
Her charms it enhanced;
She passed by him quickly, he rested entranced!
No orders he utters,
But vacantly mutters
(Though clamouring round him his underlings gabble hard),
“She’s to me Eloisa; to her I’ll be Abelard!”
And ever since that hour, whene’er he had the power,
Across to bold Sir Walter’s the captain bent his path;