Chapter 26 No.26

On his bold visage middle age

410 Had slightly pressed its signet sage,

Yet had not quenched the open truth

And fiery vehemence of youth;

Forward and frolic glee was there,

The will to do, the soul to dare,

415 The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire,

Of hasty love, or headlong ire.

His limbs were cast in manly mold,

For