Chaste were his steps, each kept within due bound,
And Elegance was sprinkled o’er his figure;
Like swift Camilla, he scarce skimmed the ground,
And rather held in than put forth his vigour;
And then he had an ear for Music’s sound,
Which might defy a crotchet critic’s rigour.
Such classic pas—sans flaws—set off our hero,
He glanced like a personified Bolero;