Johnson said—"Juan, we've no time to lose;

The child's a pretty child—a very pretty—

I never saw such eyes—but hark! now choose

Between your fame and feelings, pride and pity:—

Hark! how the roar increases!—no excuse

Will serve when there is plunder in a city;—

I should be loath to march without you, but,

By God! we'll be too late for the first cut."