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Hail, Muse! et cetera.-We left Juan sleeping,

Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast, And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping,

And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest To feel the poison through her spirit creeping,

Or know who rested there; a foe to rest Had soil'd the current of her sinless years, And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears.


Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours

Which makes it fatal to be loved ? Ah why
With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers,

And made thy best interpreter a sigh?
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
Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.



In her first passion woman loves her lover,

In all the others all she loves is love, Which grows

habit she can ne'er get over, And fits her loosely—like an easy glove, 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.


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.


'T'is melancholy, and a fearful sign

Of human frailty, folly, also crime,
That love and marriage rarely can combine,

Although they both are born in the same clime; Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine

A sad, sour, sober beverage-by time Is sharpen’d from its high celestial flavour Down to a very homely household savour.


There's something of antipathy, as 'twere,

Between their present and their future state ; A kind of Aattery 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.


very fond;

Men grow ashamed of being so very

They sometimes also get a little tired
But that, of course, is rare), and then despond:

The same things cannot always be admired,
Yet 'tis " so nominated in the bond,”

That both are tied till one shall have expired. Sad thought! to lose the spouse that was adorning Our days, and put one's servants into mourning.

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