And, steeping sighs in tears and sweat, advanced
250Himself to plead with courtly garb and grace.
But Fucus, led by most mimetic apes,
Could not depinge Don Fuco's antic shapes.
Such were the postures of his hands and eye,
That had he treasured up his mirthful tones,
They were ingredients for a comedy,
Would into laughter change a widow's groans:
And since that time (Bellama smiled so then)
Love in her dimpled cheeks has found a den.