Fair is proud Seville; let her country boast

Her strength, her wealth, her site of ancient days; [14.B.]

But Cadiz, rising on the distant coast,[82]

Calls forth a sweeter, though ignoble praise.

Ah, Vice! how soft are thy voluptuous ways!

While boyish blood is mantling, who can 'scape[cx]

The fascination of thy magic gaze?

A Cherub-Hydra round us dost thou gape,

And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape.