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This was a truth to us extremely trite.
Not so to her who ne'er had heard such things; She deem'd her least command must yield delight,
Earth being only made for queens and kings.
She hardly knew, to such perfection brings
As even in a much humbler lot had made
And also, as may be presumed, she laid
By the possessors thrown into the shade;
of that opinion's also mine.
CXXX. Remember, or (if you cannot) imagine,
Ye! who have kept your chastity when young, While some more desperate dowager has been waging
Love with you, and been in the dog-days stung By your refusal, recollect her raging!
Or recollect all that was said or sung
The spouse of Potiphar, the Lady Booby,
Of good examples ; pity that so few by Poets and private tutors are exposed,
To educate-ye youth of Europe--you by! But when you have supposed the few we know, You can't suppose Gulleyaz' angry brow.
CXXXII. A tigress robb'd of young, a lioness,
Or any interesting beast of prey,
Of ladies who cannot have their own way;
These don't express one half what I should say:
From tigresses and cubs to ducks and ducklings;
Like an invasion of their babes and sucklings; And all who have seen a human nursery, saw
How mothers love their children's squalls and chucklings; And this strong extreme effect (to tire no longer Your patience) shows the cause must still be stronger.
”Twere nothing—for her eyes flash'd always fire; Or said her cheeks assumed the deepest dyes,
I should but bring disgrace upon the dyer, So supernatural was her passion's rise ;
For ne'er till now she knew a check'd desire : Even ye who know what a check'd woman is (Enough, God knows!) would much fall short of this.
A moment's more had slain her; but the while
Nought's more sublime than energetic bile,
Like ocean warring 'gainst a rocky isle;
To match a common fury with her rage,
Like moderate Hotspur on the immortal page ;
Perhaps the fault of her soft sex and age-
Pass'd without words in fact she could not speak : And then her sex's shame broke in at last,
A sentiment in her till then but weak,
As water through an unexpected leak,
It also gently hints to them that others,
That urns and pipkins are but fragile brothers, And works of the same pottery, bad or good,
Though not all born of the same sires and mothers; It teaches-Heaven knows only what it teaches, But sometimes it may mend, and often reaches,
Her second, to cut only his-acquaintance:
Her fourth, to rally him into repentance ; Her fifth, to call her maids and go to bed ;
Her sixth, to stab herself; her seventh, to sentence The lash to Baba ;-but her grand resource Was to sit down again, and cry of course.
The dagger close at hand, which made it awkward ; For eastern stays are little made to pad,
So that a poniard pierces if 'tis stuck hard : She thought of killing Juan--but, poor lad!
Though he deserved it well for being so backward, The cutting off his head was not the art Most likely to attain her aim-his heart.
To be impaled, or quarter'd as a dish
Or thrown to lions, or made baits for fish, And thus heroically stood resign'd,
Rather than sin, except to his own wish:
So Juan's virtue ebb’d, I know not how;
And then if matters could be made up now;
Just as a friar may accuse his vow,
But words are not enough in such a matter,
Have sung, or even a Dandy's dandiest chatter, Or all the figures Castlereagh abuses ;
Just as a languid smile began to flatter His
peace was making, but before he ventured Further, old Baba rather briskly enter'd.
CXLIV. “ Bride of the Sun; and Sister of the Moon !"
('Twas thus he spako,) “and Empress of the Earth! “ Whose frown would put the spheres all out of tune,
“ Whose smile makes all the planets dance with mirth, “ Your slave brings tidings-he hopes not too soon
" Which your sublime attention may be worth: “ The sun himself has sent me like a ray. “ To hint that he is coming up this way."
CXLV. Is it,” exclaim'd Gulleyaz,
“I wish to Heaven he would not shine till morning! “ But bid my women form the milky way.
“ Hence, my old comet! give the stars due warningAnd, christian! mingle with them as you may,
“ And as you'd have me pardon your past scorningHere they were interrupted by a humming Sound, and then by a cry, “The sultan's coming!"
And then his highness' eunuchs black and white;
His majesty was always so polite
Before he came, especially at night;
Shawl’d to the nose, and bearded to the eyes,
His lately bowstrung brother caused his rise ;
any mention'd in the histories