And here he was—who upon Woman’s breast,
Even from a child, felt like a child; howe’er
The Man in all the rest might be confessed,
To him it was Elysium to be there;
And he could even withstand that awkward test
Which Rousseau points out to the dubious fair,
“Observe your lover when he leaves your arms;”
But Juan never left them—while they had charms,