66 XXXV. Why?-Why?-Besides, Fred. really was attach'd; 'T was not her fortune-he has enough without : The time will come she 'll wish that she had snatch'd So good an opportunity, no doubt :— But the old marchioness some plan had hatch'd, As I'll tell Aurea at to-morrow's rout: And after all poor Frederick may do betterPray, did you see her answer to his letter?" XXXVI. Smart uniforms and sparkling coronets Are spurn'd in turn, until her turn arrives, Some gentleman who fights, or writes, or drives, XXXVII. For sometimes they accept some long pursuer, A hazy widower turn'd of forty 's sure (If 't is not vain examples to recall) To draw a high prize: now, howe'er he got her, I See nought more strange in this than t' other lottery. XXXVIII. I, for my part (one "modern instance" more), Those became one who soon were to be two, XXXIX. Oh, pardon me digression-or at least My Muse by exhortation means to mend XL. But now I'm going to be immoral; now That till we see what 's what in fact, we 're far XLI. But first of little Leila we 'll dispose; For, like a day-dawn, she was young Or like the old comparison of snows, Which are more pure than pleasant to be sure, Like many people every body knows : Don Juan was delighted to secure A goodly guardian for his infant charge, XLII. Besides, he 'd found out that he was no tutor To make his little wild Asiatic tame, Consulting the Society for Vice Suppression," Lady Pinchbeck was his choice. XLIII. s-but had been very young; Olden she was Virtuous she was-and had been, I believe : Although the world has such an evil tongue That-but my chaster ear will not receive An echo of a syllable that 's wrong: In fact there's nothing makes me so much grieve As that abominable tittle-tattle, Which is the cud eschew'd by human cattle. XLIV. Moreover I've remark'd (and I was once That ladies in their youth a little gay, XLV. While the harsh prude indemnifies her virtue Or, what 's still worse, to put you out of fashion,The kinder veteran with calm words will court you, you Entreating you to pause before dash on; Expounding and illustrating the riddle Of epic love's beginning, end, and middle. XLVI. Now, whether it be thus, or that they are stricter, XLVII. I said that Lady Pinchbeck had been talk'd about-- And several of her best bon mots were hawk'd about; XLVIII. High in high circles, gentle in her own, Or at the least would lengthen out my song In brief, the little orphan of the east Had raised an interest in her, which increased. XLIX. Juan too was a sort of favourite with her, Because she thought him a good heart at bottom, A little spoil'd, but not so altogether; Which was a wonder, if you think who got him, And how he had been toss'd, he scarce knew whither: Though this might ruin others, it did not him, At least entirely-for he had seen too many Changes in youth to be surprised at any. L. And these vicissitudes tell best in youth; He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Hath won the experience which is deem'd so weighty. LI. How far it profits is another matter, Our hero gladly saw his little charge Safe with a lady, whose last grown-up daughter LII. I call such things transmission; for there is With music; the most moderate shine as wits,' LIII. But whether fits, or wits, or harpsichords, The last year to the new transfers its hoards; New vestals claim men's eyes with the same praise Of "elegant," et cætera, in fresh batches All matchless creatures, and yet bent on matches. LIV. But now I will begin my poem. 'Tis Perhaps a little strange, if not quite new, That from the first of cantos up to this I've not begun what we have to go through: LV. My Muses do not care a pinch of rosin About what's call'd success, or not succeeding : Cantos would do; but at Apollo's pleading, LVI. Don Juan saw that microcosm on stilts, Yclept the great world; for it is the least, Although the highest: but as swords have hilts By which their power of mischief is increased, When man in battle or in quarrel tilts, Thus the low world, north, south, or west, or east, Must still obey the high-which is their handle, Their moon, their sun, their gas, their farthing candle. LVII. He had many friends who had many wives, and was And draw them nightly when a ticket 's sent : LVIII. A young unmarried man, with a good name "The royal game of goose,' as I may say Where every body has some separate aim, An end to answer, or a plan to lay- LIX. I don't mean this as general, but particular "Fishers for men," like sirens with soft lutes; |