LXXXV.

"As for the _figuranti_,[253] they are like The rest of all that tribe; with here and there A pretty person, which perhaps may strike-- The rest are hardly fitted for a fair; There's one, though tall and stiffer than a pike, Yet has a sentimental kind of air Which might go far, but she don't dance with vigour-- The more's the pity, with her face and figure.