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.