XCV. Alas! by all experience, seldom yet (I merely quote what I have heard from many) Had lovers not some reason to regret The passion which made Solomon a zany. The marriage state, the best or worst of any) XCVI. I've also seen some female friends ('tis odd, XCVII. Whether Don Juan and chaste Adeline To leave them hovering, as the effect is fine, XCVIII. Whether they rode, or walk'd, or studied Spanish, A pleasure before which all others vanish: Whether their talk was of the kind call'd "small," Or serious, are the topics I must banish To the next Canto; where perhaps I shall Say something to the purpose, and display Considerable talent in my way. XCIX. Above all, I beg all men to forbear 95 96 97 98 99 C. But great things spring from little :-Would you think You'll never guess, I'll bet you millions, milliards- CI. 100 'Tis strange, but true: for truth is always strange; 101 Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! CII. What "antres vast and deserts idle" then Of those who hold the kingdoms in control! 102 Don Juan. CANTO THE FIFTEENTH. I. AH!-What should follow, slips from my reflection: As â-propos of hope or retrospection, As though the lurking thought had follow'd free, All present life is but an interjection, An "Oh!" or "Ah!" of joy or misery, Or a "Ha! ha!" or "Bah !"-a yawn, or "Pooh !" II. But, more or less, the whole's a syncopé Or a singultus-emblems of emotion, The grand antithesis to great ennui, Wherewith we break our bubbles on the ocean, That watery outline of eternity, Or miniature, at least, as in my notion, Which ministers unto the soul's delight, In seeing matters which are out of sight. III. But all are better than the sigh supprest, Few men dare show their thoughts of worst or best: A corner for herself; and therefore fiction IV. Ah! who can tell? Or rather who can not, Hath got blue devils for his morning mirrors: 1 2 V. And as for love-O love!We will proceed. There's music in the gushing of a rill; VI. The Lady Adeline, right honourable, And honour'd, ran a risk of growing less so: For few of the soft sex are very stable In their resolves-alas! that I should say so! They differ as wine differs from its label, When once decanted:-I presume to guess so, VII. But Adeline was of the purest vintage, The unmingled essence of the grape; and yet A page where Time should hesitate to print age, VIII. O Death! thou dunnest of all duns! thou daily Like a meek tradesman when, approaching palely, But oft denied, as patience 'gins to fail, he And (if let in) insists, in terms unhandsome, IX. Whate'er thou takest, spare awhile poor Beauty! She is so rare, and thou hast so much prey. What though she now and then may slip from duty, Gaunt Gourmand! with whole nations for your booty, Suppress, then, some slight feminine diseases; 5 6 7 8 9 X. Fair Adeline, the more ingenuous Where she was interested (as was said), Because she was not apt, like some of us, To like too readily, or too high bred To show it-(points we need not now discuss)- XI. Some parts of Juan's history, which Rumour, 10 11 She had heard: but women hear with more good humour Such aberrations, than we men of rigour : Besides, his conduct, since in England, grew more The art of living in all climes with ease, XII. His manner was, perhaps, the more seductive, XIII. They are wrong-that's not the way to set about it; But, right or wrong, Don Juan was without it: XIV. By nature soft, his whole address held off To shield himself, than put you on your guard: Like virtue; and the absence of pretension Will go much farther than there's need to mention. 12 13 14 |