Were passed from mouth to mouth, which always tends

To show how much our joy on others' joy depends (?).

LXXXVII.

But really and truly, joking all aside,

One of our friends, the tallest of the three

I think it was, but cannot quite decide,

Was handsome as a man could hope to be,

I only wish that he'd exchanged with me;

Such depth of eye and such a princely frown!

I wish, my friends, that you'd been there to see

His small white hands and his moustache of brown,

Indeed 'twas worth a journey all the way from town.

LXXXVIII.

It is, I think, a matter of opinion

What style of face is sweetest to behold,

Whether Malay or Greek or Abyssinian,

Italian I have oftentimes been told:

Malay I think expressionless and cold,

Tho' some admire its sweet simplicity,

But I'll observe, if I may be so bold,

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