Intent thy skill in dancing to display,
The amorous youth for fear kept all away.
6.
In prose or rhyme it cannot told be,
How deep you’ve wounded Mr. Bowlby.
7.
One of the valiant sons of war
Still wears thy deep imprinted scar,
’Tis Captain—what d’ye call him—Pshaw!
The little Adjutant—Fanshaw[11].