But is this all? the whole that you can tell
Of one so gifted?—
F. Gifted! why, in truth,
You puzzle me; how gifted was the Youth?
I recollect him, now—his long, pale face—
He dress’d in drab, and walk’d as in a race.
P. Good Heaven! what did I not of him expect!
And is this all indeed you recollect—
Of wit that charm’d me, with delightful ease— }
And gay good-humour that must ever please— }