53. He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth;
He writes verses, he speaks holiday,
He smells April and May.
Merry Wives of Windsor.
54. 'Tis not his talent to conceal his thoughts,
And carry smiles and sunshine in his face,
When discontent sits heavy at his heart.
Addison—Cato.
55. A fop complete,
He stalks the jest and glory of the street.