But Juan turned his eyes on the sweet child

Whom he had saved from slaughter—what a trophy

Oh! ye who build up monuments, defiled

With gore, like Nadir Shah,[499] that costive Sophy,

Who, after leaving Hindostan a wild,

And scarce to the Mogul a cup of coffee

To soothe his woes withal, was slain, the sinner!

Because he could no more digest his dinner;—[JC] [500]