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In fact, the subject analysed,

Within that secret court discussed,

In much his conduct stigmatized;

For, from the outset, ’twas unjust

To jest as he had done last eve,

A timid, shrinking love to grieve.

And ought he not to disregard

The poet’s madness? for ’tis hard

At eighteen not to play the fool!

Sincerely loving him, Eugene

Assuredly should not have been

Conventionality’s dull tool⁠—

Not a mere hot, pugnacious boy,

But man of sense and probity.