Senor Punch, amigo mio; cuyo sobremucho brio
Todo triste enfado rio drives from out the heart of man!
Judith, cuyo cor aïroso ofiende su esposo!
Y Tobias, tan jocoso, de los canes Grande Can!
Hear a singular narration of a long-lost Aztec nation
In a lonely situation dwelling on its ancient plan;
I alone have entered into its forbidden lands by dint o'
All the wit of Mendez Pinto, and the brass of Jonathan.
In the town of Guatemala, sitting in the antesala
(That you know's the tap-room parlour) of a queer old Spanish inn,