Delightful spring! youth of the year,
Thou blooming mother of the opening flowers,
The fresh'ning verdure, and the new-born loves—
Thou now returnest! But no second spring
Will e'er return of those serene delights,
That bless'd my fleeting hours of happiness—
Thou now return'st! But with thee nought returns
To my sad thoughts but renovated sorrow,
And bitter mem'ry of departed joys.
[10] He is saturated with graces! His every gesture is of refined elegance; his every word an enigma. He investigates and discusses trifles with infinite dexterity, and is more completely master of the etiquette of gallantry than all the Scuderies of the universe.
[11] Verbatim.
——I despise
A beardless censor, that with Cato's frown,
Assumes the pedant in a scholar's gown:
Mere vacant folly, void of all pretence,
Is sure less hateful than affected sense;
He is too vain.
[13] "A propos to fools; that gentleman is in love—that is not very surprising; but is the fair lady equally enamoured?"
"Oh! Heaven forbid!"
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