There, too, he saw (whate'er he may be now)

A Prince, the prince of Princes at the time,[648]With fascination in his very bow,

And full of promise, as the spring of prime.

Though Royalty was written on his brow,

He had then the grace, too, rare in every clime,

Of being, without alloy of fop or beau,

A finished Gentleman from top to toe.[649]