An illustrious scion,
A green sprig of nobility,
Whose excessive gentility
I fain would describe if I had but ability,—
This amiable lordling, being much in the state
I’ve described, i. e. going home at night rather late,
Having got his congé
(As a Frenchman would say)
From the heiress, with whom he’d been anxious to mate,
Is jogging along, in a low state of mind,