XCII. But though I am a temperate theologian, Bull something of the lower world's condition. XCIII. But politics, and policy, and piety, Are topics which I sometimes introduce, And stuff with sage that very verdant goose. XCIV. And now I will give up all argument; bent: Yes, I'll begin a thorough reformation. Indeed, I never knew what people meant By deeming that my Muse's conversation XCV. Grim reader! did you ever see a ghost? Of these things, or by ridicule benumb Serious? You laugh; XCVI. you may that will I not; My smiles must be sincere or not at all. I say I do believe a haunted spot Exists -and where? That shall I not recall, "Shadows the soul of Richard" may appal. XCVII, sometimes an owl, ---- The night(1 sing by night I think too that I have sate up too late ; XCVIII. And therefore, though 't is by no means my way I feel some chilly midnight shudderings, XCIX. Between two worlds life hovers like a star, "Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge, *Hobbes: who, doubting of his own soul, paid that compliment to the souls of other people as to decline their visits, of which he had some apprehension. DON JUAN. CANTO THE SIXTEENTH. í. THE antique Persians taught three useful things, To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth. This was the mode of Cyrus, best of kings A mode adopted since by modern youth. Bows have they, generally with two strings; Horses they ride without remorse or ruth; At speaking truth perhaps they are less clever, But draw the long bow better now than ever. The cause of this effect, or this defect, But this I must say in my own applause, Whate'er may be her follies or her flaws In some things, mine 's beyond all contradiction The most sincere that ever dealt in fiction. III. And as she treats all things, and ne'er retreats A wilderness of the most rare conceits, Which you might elsewhere hope to find in vain. "T is true there be some bitters with the sweets, Yet mix'd so slightly, that you can't complain, But wonder they so few are, since my tale is "De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis." IV. But of all truths which she has told, the most I said it was a story of a ghost What then? I only know it so befell. Have you explored the limits of the coast, Where all the dwellers of the earth must dwell? "T is time to strike such puny doubters dumb as The sceptics who would not believe Columbus. V. Some people would impose now with authority, Is always greatest at a miracle. But Saint Augustine has the great priority, VI. And therefore, mortals, cavil not at all; "T is always best to take things upon trust. I do not speak profanely, to recall Those holier mysteries which the wise and just Receive as gospel, and which grow more rooted, As all truths must, the more they are disputed: VII. I merely mean to say what Johnson said, A visitant at intervals appears; And what is strangest upon this strange head, 'Gainst such belief, there's something stronger still In its behalf, let those deny who will. |