Or sherbet, as he shifts his scene.
"Strong as a horse!"—ah! there's the string
That snaps asunder—"to recruit."
He wanders, manufacturing
A Rift within his Lute.
And DULCINEA! What a life!
Adoring crowds, adornments rare
And many fain to call her wife,
And sue her smiles in Belgrave Square.
And yet her Fetch-and-carry swears