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CANTO I.] Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery,

In whose dread name both men and maids are sworn,

And consecrate the oath with draught, and dance till morn.

LXXI.

All have their fooleries—not alike are thine,

Fair Cadiz, rising o'er the dark blue sea!

Soon as the Matin bell proclaimeth nine,

Thy Saint-adorers count the Rosary:

Much is the teased to shrive them free

(Well do I ween the only virgin there)

From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be;

Then to the crowded circus forth they fare:

Young, old, high, low, at once the same diversion share.

LXXII.

The lists are oped, the spacious area cleared,

Thousands on thousands piled are seated round;