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262 O! what a blockhead is Don Andres, So spending his gold without measure, Who ruins, perhaps, to be a Marquess, His house by the waste of his treasure! A cross on his breast to wear so prim, Much be the good it will do to him! Louis is passing the whole long night, In the dance, what a fancy to take! So foolish too, when he easier might On his warm soft bed his comfort make; To stretch as he pleased each weary limb: Much be the good it will do to him! O, how short-sighted is Avarice! Cenon exposes himself to shame, For the few pounds more he gains amiss, To lose his office and his good name; For a paltry bribe his fame to dim, Much be the good it will do to him. And Clara! what of thee shall I say? When slowly along I see thee go, As if quite lame on the public way, And on thy long broad foot bestow