His face of marvellously pleasant feature.
So short and sweet a man was never seen—
All thought him charming at the first beginning—
Alas, ere long they found him far too winning!
He seem’d in love with chance—and chance repaid
His ardent passion with her fondest smile,
The sunshine of good luck, without a shade,
He staked and won—and won and staked—the bile
It stirr’d of many a man and many a maid,