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No marvel then he was a favourite; A full-grown Cupid,[716] very much admired; A little spoilt, but by no means so quite; At least he kept his vanity retired. Such was his tact, he could alike delight The chaste, and those who are not so much inspired. The Duchess of Fitz-Fulke, who loved _tracasserie_, Began to treat him with some small _agacerie_.