Count Troy-weight like a Trojan, tell the time of day in Greek;
And if to serve in India he be a chosen man, he
Will astonish all the natives in the choicest Hindostanee;
Like a polyglot young officer, fit for the future time.
Nor are his powers of body less than are those of his mind;
Quick eye, strong arm, and foot so fleet as ne’er to lag behind;
Good lungs, and constitution such as no fatigue can feel,
With iron nerves and sinews, and a heart as true as steel,
Has this brave young English Officer, to serve us in his prime.
A Centaur in his horsemanship, an Angelo to fence,