DON JUAN. CANTO III. I. HAIL, Muse! et cetera.-We left Juan sleeping, And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping, II. Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast-but place to die Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish III. In her first passion woman loves her lover, And fits her loosely-like an easy glove, CANTO III.-A As you may find, whene'er you like to prove her; One man alone at first her heart can move; She then prefers him in the plural number, Not finding that the additions much encumber. IV. I know not if the fault be men's or theirs; But one thing's pretty sure; a woman planted(Unless at once she plunge for life in prayers)— After a decent time must be gallanted; Although, no doubt, her first of love affairs Is that to which her heart is wholly granted; Yet there are some, they say, who have had none, But those who have ne'er end with only one. V. 'Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign VI. There's something of antipathy, as 'twere, A kind of flattery that's hardly fair Is used until the truth arrives too late Yet what can people do, except despair? The same things change their names at such a rate; For instance-passion in a lover's glorious, But in a husband is pronounced uxorious. VII. Men grow ashamed of being so very fond; That both are tied till one shall have expired. VIII. There's doubtless something in domestic doings, For no one cares for matrimonial cooings, IX. All tragedies are finish'd by a death, For authors fear description might disparage The worlds to come of both, or fall beneath, And then both worlds would punish their miscarriage; So leaving each their priest and prayer-book ready, They say no more of Death or of the Lady. X. The only two that in my recollection Have sung of heaven and hell, or marriage, are Dante and Milton, and of both the affection Was hapless in their nuptials, for some bar Of fault or temper ruined the connexion (Such things, in fact, it don't ask much to mar); But Dante's Beatrice and Milton's Eve Were not drawn from their spouses you conceive. XI. Some persons say that Dante meant theology XII. Haidee and Juan were not married, but The blame on me, unless you wish they were; XIII. Yet they were happy,-happy in the illicit Thus she came often, not a moment losing, |