Chapter 682 of 1964 · 67 words · ~1 min read

VIII.

Juan was juvenile, and thus was full, As most at his age are, of hope, and health; Yet I must own, he looked a little dull, And now and then a tear stole down by stealth; Perhaps his recent loss of blood might pull His spirit down; and then the loss of wealth, A mistress, and such comfortable quarters, To be put up for auction amongst Tartars,