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To say her daughter's feelings are trepann'd;
All strut, and stays, and whiskers, to demand What "
intentions are ?"—One way or other
And some of them high names : I've also known
Pretensions which they never dream'd to have shown--
Nor by mustachios moved, were let alone,
LXII. There's also nightly, to the uninitiated,
A peril—not indeed like love or marriage, But not the less for this to be depreciated :
It is-I meant and mean not to disparage The show of virtue even in the vitiated
It adds an outward grace unto their carriageBut to denounce the amphibious sort of harlot, " Couleur de rose," who 's neither white nor scarlet.
And won't say “Yes," and keeps you on and offing,
Then sees your heart wreck’d, with an inward scoffing.
And sends new Werters yearly to their coffin ;
LXIV. “Ye gods, I grow a talker !" Let us prate.
The next of perils, though I place it sternest, Is when, without regard to “ church or state,"
A wife makes or takes love in upright earnest. Abroad, such things decide few women's fate
(Such, early traveller ! is the truth thou learnest) But in old England when a young bride errs, Poor thing ! Eve's was a trisling case to hers ;
Country, where a young couple of the same ages
Then there 's the vulgar trick of those d-d damages; A verdict-grievous foe to those who cause it !
Forms a sad climax to romantic homages; Besides those soothing speeches of the pleaders, And evidences which regale all readers !
A little genial sprinkling of hypocrisy
The loveliest oligarchs of our gynecracy;
Among the proudest of our aristocracy, So gentle, charming, charitable, chasteAnd all by having tact as well as taste.
Of a mere novice, had one safeguard more ;
But he had seen so much good love before, That he was not in heart so very weak ;-I meant
But thus much, and no sneer against the shore Of white cliffs, white necks, blue eyes, bluer stockings, Tithes, taxes, duns, and doors with double knockings.
Where lives, not lawsuits, must be risk'd for passion, And passion's self must have a spice of frantic,
Into a country where 't is half a fashion, Seem'd to him half commercial, half pedantic,
Howe'er he might esteem this moral nation Besides (alas ! his taste-forgive and pity !) At first he did not think the women pretty.
But by degrees, that they were fairer far
Beneath the influence of the eastern star-
Yet inexperience could not be his bar
up those shuffling negroes, Nile or Niger, To that impracticable place, Tombuctoo,
Where geography finds no one to oblige her
For Europe ploughs in Afric like “bos piger :"
But I suspect in fact that white is black,
Ask a blind man, the best judge. You 'll attack, Perhaps, this new position—but I 'm right;
Or if I 'm wrong, I 'll not be ta’en aback :
LXXII. But I 'm relapsing into metaphysics,
That labyrinth, whose clue is of the same Construction as your cures for hectic phthisics,
Those bright moths fluttering round a dying flame : And this reflection brings me to plain physics,
And the beauties of a foreign dame, Compared with those of our pure pearls of price, Those Polar summers, all sun, and some ice.
Beginnings are fair faces, ends mere fishes ;-
Who have a due respect for their own wishes. Like Russians rushing from hot baths to snows
Are they, at bottom virtuous e’en when vicious : They warm into a scrape, but keep of course, As a reserve, a plunge into remorse.
I said that Juan did not think them pretty
Half her attractions-probably from pityAnd rather calmly into the heart glides,
Than storms it as a foe would take a city; But once there (if you doubt this, prithee try) She keeps it for you like a true ally.
She cannot step as does an Arab barb,
Or Andalusian girl from mass returning, Nor wear as gracefully as Gauls her garb,
Nor in her eye Ausonia's glance is burning ; Her voice, though sweet, is not so fit to warb
le those bravuras (which I still am learning To like, though I have been seven years in Italy, And have, or had, an ear that served me prettily);
Others, in that off-hand and dashing style
Nor is she quite so ready with her smile, Nor settles all things in one interview
(A thing approved as saying time and toil) :But though the soil may give you time and trouble, Well cultivated, it will render double.
It is a very serious thing indeed ;
Coquetry, or a wish to take the lead,
Or wish to make a rival's bosom bleed;
They lose their caste at once, as do the Parias;
Have fill’d their papers with their comments various, Society, that china without flaw,
(The hypocrite !) will banish them like Marius, To sit amidst the ruins of their guilt : For Fame's a Carthage not so soon rebuilt.
LXXIX. Perhaps this is as it should be ;-it is
A comment on the Gospel's “Sin no more, And be thy sins forgiven :"-but upon this
I leave the saints to settle their own score. Abroad, though doubtless they do much amiss,
An erring woman finds an open door For her return to virtuemas they call The lady who should be at home to all.
Knowing that such uneasy virtue leads
And care but for discoveries and not deeds. And as for chastity, you 'll never bind it
By all the laws the strictest lawyer pleads, But aggravate the crime you have not prevented, By rendering desperate those who 'd else repented.
Upon the moral lessons of mankind :
A lady altogether to his mind.
At, that his heart had got a tougher rind :
LXXXII. He also had been busy seeing sights
The parliament and all the other houses ; Had sate beneath the galleries at nights,
To hear debates whose thunder roused (not rouses) The world to gaze upon those northern lights
Which flash'd as far as where the musk-bull browses : He had also stood at times behind the throneBut Grey was not arrived, and Chatham gone.
Of such a throne as is the proudest station,
Of freedom shall complete their education. ’T is not mere splendour makes the show august To eye or heart—it is the people's trust.
LXXXIV. There too he saw (whate'er he may
be now) A prince, the prince of princes, at the time With fascination in his very bow,
And full of promise, as the spring of prime.
He had then the grace too, rare in every clime,