again after each overthrow, ready to enter with fresh vigour on a new pursuit; and willing to attribute his failure to any cause in the world but his own want of merit; although with an extremely tall, spare figure, a sallow complexion, high aquiline nose, and long, yellow teeth, he certainly made but an ill representation of Cupid; especially as these charms were usually attired in a black velvet skull cap, called a calotte; a crimson damask dressing gown, and yellow slippers. But he found his consolation and his encouragement in his favourite song, which, with a cracked voice, he daily and hourly carolled out of tune:
"Que amor sus glorias venda
Caras, es gran razon, y es trato justo,
Pues no hay mas rica prenda,
Que la que se quilata por eu gusto;
Y es casa manifiesta,
Que no es de estima lo que poco cuesta."
Which may be thus rendered:
That Love his triumphs dear should sell,
Is sure most just and fair,
Since none but he rewards so well,
With joys beyond compare.
Besides, 'tis clear the urchin's wise,
For what is cheap we never prize.
"Here is a letter for Monsieur le Marquis,"
