Chaste were his steps, each kept within due bound,

And Elegance was sprinkled o'er his figure;

Like swift Camilla, he scarce skimmed the ground,[713]And rather held in than put forth his vigour;

And then he had an ear for Music's sound,

Which might defy a crotchet critic's rigour.

Such classic pas—sans flaws—set off our hero,

He glanced like a personified Bolero;[714]