Chapter 1391 of 1964 · 60 words · ~1 min read

XLVII.

But Juan was a bachelor--of arts, And parts, and hearts: he danced and sung, and had An air as sentimental as Mozart's Softest of melodies; and could be sad Or cheerful, without any "flaws or starts,"[582] Just at the proper time: and though a lad, Had seen the world--which is a curious sight, And very much unlike what people write.