But coming young from lands and scenes romantic,
Where lives, not lawsuits, must be risked for Passion
And Passion’s self must have a spice of frantic,
Into a country where ’tis half a fashion,
Seemed to him half commercial, half pedantic,
Howe’er he might esteem this moral nation:
Besides (alas! his taste—forgive and pity!)
At first he did not think the women pretty.