Juan, who did not stand in the predicament
Of a mere novice, had one safeguard more;
For he was sick—no, ’twas not the word sick I meant—
But he had seen so much good love before,
That he was not in heart so very weak;—I meant
But thus much, and no sneer against the shore
Of white cliffs, white necks, blue eyes, bluer stockings—
Tithes, taxes, duns—and doors with double knockings.