part, I have passed between the age of one-and-ja tenfold opportunity offers. It may come yet. twenty and thirty, half the intervenient years out There are others more to be blamed than *, and it is on these that my eyes are fixed un of it without regretting any thing, except that I* "I have here my natural daughter, by name Allegra, a pretty little girl enough, and reckoned like papa. Her mamma is English,-but it is a long story,-and-there's an end. She is about twenty months old. LETTER CCCLXXXII. TO MR. MURRAY. "Venice, Sept. 24, 1818. "In the one hundred and thirty-second stanza of canto fourth, the stanza runs in the manuscript "And thou, who never yet of human wrong Left the unbalanced scale, great Nemesis ! * "I have finished the first canto, (a long one, of about one hundred and eighty octaves,) of a poem in the style and manner of Beppo' encouraged by the good success of the same. It is called 'Don Juan,' and is meant to be a little quietly facetious upon scale means, I know not; but leaving an unbalanced and not lost, which is nonsense, as what losing a every thing. But I doubt whether it is not-at least, as far as it has yet gone-too free for these scale, or a scale unbalanced, is intelligible. Correct very modest days. However, I shall try the experi- this, I pray,-not for the public, or the poetry, but I ment, anonymously and if it don't take, it will be do not choose to have blunders made in addressing discontinued. It is dedicated to Southey in good, any of the deities so seriously as this is addressed. simple, savage verse, upon the ****'s politics,* and the way he got them. But the bore of copying it out is intolerable; and if I had an amanuensis he would be of no use, as my writing is so difficult to todecipher. "My poem's Epic, and is meant to be Divided in twelve books, each book containing With love and war, a heavy gale at sea A list of ships, and captains, and kings reigning- The above are two stanzas, which I send you as a brick of my Babel, and by which you can judge of the texture of the structure. "In writing the life of Sheridan, never mind the angry lies of the humbug Whigs. Recollect that he was an Irishman and a clever fellow, and that we have had some very pleasant days with him. Don't forget that he was at school at Harrow, where, in my time, we used to show his name-R. B. Sheridan, 1765 as an honor to the walls. Remember * Depend upon it that there were worse folks going, of that gang, than ever Sheridan was. "What did Parr mean by haughtiness and coldness? I listened to him with admiring ignorance, and respectful silence. What more could a talker for fame have?-they don't like to be answered. It was at Payne Knight's I met him, where he gave me more Greek than I could carry away. But I certainly meant to (and did) treat him with the most respectful deference. "Yours, &c. "P. S. In the translation from the Spanish, alter "la increasing squadrons flew, "To a mighty squadron grew. "What does 'thy waters wasted them' in the canto?) That is not me.† Consult the MS. always. "I have written the first canto (one hundred and eighty octave stanzas of a poem in the style of Beppo, and have Mazeppa to finish besides. dred and thirty-two, I take the opportunity to desire In referring to the mistake in stanza one hunthat in future, in all parts of my writings referring that it is possible that in addressing the Deity a to religion, you will be more careful, and not forget blunder may become a blasphemy; and I do not choose to suffer such infamous perversions of my words or of my intentions. "I saw the canto by accident." LETTER CCCLXXXIII. TO MR. MURRAY. "Venice, Jan. 20, 1819. * "The opinions which I have asked of Mr. Hobhouse and others were with regard to the poetical merit, and not as to what they may think due to the I wish you a good night with a Venetian bene-cant of the day, which still reads the Bath Guide, diction, Benedetto te, e la terra che ti fara! 'Little's Poems, Prior, and Chaucer, to say nothing May you be blessed, and the earth which you will of Fielding and Smollett. If published, publish enmake-is it not pretty? You would think it still tire, with the above-mentioned exceptions; or you prettier if you had heard it, as I did two hours ago, may publish anonymously, or not at all. In the latfrom the lips of a Venetian girl, with large black ter event, print fiity on my account, for private diseyes, a face like Faustina's, and the figure of a tribution. "Yours, &c. Juno-tall and energetic as a Pythoness, with "I have written to Messrs. Kinnaird and Hobeyes flashing, and her dark hair streaming in the house, to desire that they will not erase more than I moonlight-one of those women who may be made have stated. any thing. I am sure if I put a poniard into the "The second canto of Don Juan is finished in hand of this one, she would plunge it where I told two hundred and six stanzas.' her, and into me, if I offended her. I like this kind) of animal, and am sure that I should have preferred Medea to any woman that ever breathed. You may, perhaps, wonder that I don't in that case Do you suppose I have forgotten or forgiven it? It LETTER CCCLXXXIV. TO MR. MURRAY. "Venice, Jan. 25, 1819. "You will do me the favor to print privately (for has comparatively swallowed up in me every other private distribution) fifty copies of Don Juan.' feeling, and I am only a spectator upon earth, till The dedication to Southey was suppressed. • Corrected in this edition. The list of the men to whom I wish it to be presented, | "Within this last fortnight I have been rather I will send hereafter. The other two poems had best indisposed with a rebellion of stomach, which would be added to the collective edition: I do not approve retain nothin, (liver, I suppose,) and an inability, of their being published separately. Print Don Juan or fantasy, not to be able to eat of any thing with entire, omitting, of course, the lines on Castlereagh, relish but a kind of Adriatic fish called 'scampi,' as I am not on the spot to meet him. I have a sec- which happens to be the most indigestible of marine ond canto ready, which will be sent by-and-by. By viands. However, within these last two days, I am this post, I have written to Mr. Hobhouse, addressed better, and very truly yours.' to your care. 66 • Yours, &c. LETTER CCCLXXXVI. TO MR. MURRAY. "P. S. I have acquiesced in the request and representation; and having done so, it is idle to detail my arguments in favor of my own self-love and Poeshie; but I protest. If the poem has poetry, it would stand; if not, fall; the rest is leather and prunella,' and has never yet affected any human production pro or con.' Dulness is the only annihilator in such cases. As to the cant of the day, I despise it, as I have ever done all its other finical fashions, Saturday last, by post, in four packets, two of four, which become you as paint became the ancient Briand two of three sheets each, containing in all two If you admit this prudery, you must omit hundred and seventeen stanzas, octave measure. half Ariosto, La Fontaine, Shakspeare, Beaumont, But I will permit no curtailments, except those Fletcher, Massinger, Ford, all the Charles Second mentioned about Castlereagh and writers; in short, something of most who have tons. "Venice, April 6, 1819. "The-second canto of Don Juan was sent, on * You shan't make canticles of my cantos. written before Pope and are worth reading, and much The poem will please, if it is lively; if it is stupid, of Pope himself. Read him-most of you don't- it will fail: but I will have none of your damned but do and I will forgive you; though the inevita- cutting and slashing. If you please you may publish ble consequence would be that you would burn all I have ever written, and all your other wretched anonymously: it will, perhaps, be better; but I will Claudians of the day (except Scott and Crabbe), battle my way against them all, like a porcupine. "So you and Mr. Foscolo, &c., want me to underinto the bargain. I wrong Claudian, who was a poet, take what you call a 'great work?' an Epic Poem, by naming him with such fellows; but he was the I suppose, or some such pyramid. ultimus Romanorum,' the tail of the comet, and thing; I hate tasks. I'll try no such And then seven or eight these persons are the tail of an old gown cut into a waistcoat for lackey; but being both tails, I have let alone years. years!' God send us all well this day three months, compared one with the other, though very unlike, employed than in sweating poesy, a man had If one's years can't be better like all similes.t I write in a passion and a sirocco, better be a ditcher. And works, too!-is Childe and I was up till six this morning at the Carnival; Harold nothing? You have so many divine' poems, but I protest, as I did in my former letter." is it nothing to have written a human one? without Since "And Foscolo, too! Why does he not do something more than the Letters of Otis, and a tragedy, and pamphlets? He has good fifteen years more at his command than I have: what has he done all that time-proved his genius, doubtless, but not fixed its fame, nor done his utmost. Besides, I mean to write my best work in Italian, and it will take me nine years more thoroughly to master the language; and then if my fancy exists, and I exist too, I will try what I can do really. As to the estimation of the English which you talk of, let them calculate what it is worth, before they insult me with their insolent condescension. "I have written to you several letters, some with "I have not written for their pleasure. If they are additions, and some upon the subject of the poem pleased, it is that they chose to be so; I have never itself, which my cursed puritanical committee have flattered their opinions, nor their pride; nor will I. protested against publishing. But we will circum- Neither will I make Ladies' books' al dilettar le vent them on that point. I have not yet begun to femine e la plebe.'t I have written from the fulness copy out the second canto, which is finished, from of my mind, from passion, from impulse, from many natural laziness, and the discouragement of the motives, but not for their sweet voices.' milk and water they have thrown upon the first. I "I know the precise worth of popular applause; say all this to them as to you, that is, for you to say for few scribblers have had more of it; and if I chose to them, for I will have nothing underhand. If they to swerve into their paths, I could retain it, or rehad told me the poetry was bad, I would have sume it. But I neither love ye, nor fear ye; and acquiesced; but they say the contrary, and then though I buy with ye, and sell with ye, I will neither talk to me about morality-the first time I ever eat with ye, drink with ye, nor pray with ye. They heard the word from any body who was not a rascal made me, without my search, a species of populai that used it for a purpose. I maintain that it is the idol; they, without reason or judgment, beyond the most moral of poems; but if people won't discover caprice of their good pleasure, threw down the image the moral, that is their fault not mine. I have al- from its pedestal: it was not broken with the fall, ready written to beg that in any case you will print and they would, it seems, again replace it,—but they fifty for private distribution. I will send you the shall not. list of persons to whom it is to be sent afterward. See Don Juan, canto iv., stanza xviii. ↑ See Letters to Bowles and Blackwood. In the printed version, " a wretched picture." You ask about my health: about the beginning of the year I was in a state of great exhaustion, 1 t attended by such debility of stomach that nothing| "Next week I set out for Romagna-at least in remained upon it; and I was obliged to reform my all probability. You had better go on with the way of life,' which was conducting me from the publications, without waiting to hear farther, for I yellow leaf' to the ground, with all deliberate have other things in my head. Mazeppa' and the speed. I am better in health and morals, and very Ode' separate?-what think you? Juan anonymuch yours, &c. mous, without the dedication; for I won't be shabby, and attack Southey under cloud of night. Yours &c." "P. S. I have read Hodgson's 'Friends.' He is right in defending Pope against the bastard pelicans of the poetical winter day, who add insult to their parricide by sucking the blood of the parent of English real poetry-poetry without fault -and then spurning the bosom which fed them." LETTER CCCLXXXVII. TO THE EDITOR OF GALIGNANI'S MESSENGER. SIR, the advertisement to which I allude. If the book In another letter on the subject of the Vampire, are the following particulars. LETTER CCCLXXXIX. TO MR. MURRAY. I "The story of Shelley's agitation is true. can't tell what seized him, for he don't want courage. He was once with me in a gale of wind, in a small boat, right under the rocks between Meillerie and two boatmen, and ourselves. St. Gingo. We were five in the boat-a servant, The sail was mis "In various numbers of your journal, I have seen mentioned a work entitled the Vampire,' with the managed, and the boat was filling fast. He can't addition of my name as that of the author. I am swim. I stripped off my coat, made him strip off not the author, and never heard of the work in his, and take hold of an oar, telling him that I question until now. In a more recent paper I per- thought (being myself an expert swimmer) I could ceive a formal annunciation of the Vampire,' with the addition of an account of my residence on the hold of him-unless we got smashed against the save him, if he would not struggle when I took Island of Mitylene,' an island which I have occa- rocks, which were high and sharp, with an awksionally sailed by in the course of travelling some ward surf on them at that minute. We were then years ago through the Levant-and where I should about a hundred yards from the shore, and the boat have no objection to reside, but where I have never in peril. He answered me, with the greatest coolyet resided. Neither of these performances are mine, ness, that he had no notion of being saved, and and I presume that it is neither unjust nor ungracious that I would have enough to do to save myself, and to request that you will favor me by contradicting begged not to trouble me.' Luckily, the boat is clever, it would be base to deprive the real writer, Gingo, where the inhabitants came down and emrighted, and, bailing, we got round a point into St. whoever he may be, of his honors; and if stupid, I braced the boatmen on their escape, the wind havdesire the responsibility of nobody's dulness but my ing been high enough to tear up some huge trees own. You will excuse the trouble I give you; the from the Alps above us, as we saw next day. imputation is of no great importance, and as long as it was confined to surmises and reports, it was possible to be in such circumstances, (of "And yet the same Shelley, who was as cool as should have received it, as I received many others, which I am no judge myself, as the chance of swimin silence. But the formality of a public adver- ming naturally gives self-possession when near tisement of a book I never wrote, and a residence shore,) certainly had the it of fantasy which Poliwhere I never resided, is a little too much; particu- dori describes, though not exactly as he describes it. larly as I have no notion of the contents of the one, nor the incidents of the other. I have besides, books is true; but the ladies are not sisters. "The story of the agreement to write the ghosta personal dislike to Vampires,' and the little acquaintance I have with them would by no means Mary Godwin (now Mrs. Shelley) wrote Frankeninduce me to divulge their secrets. You did me stein, which you have reviewed, thinking it Shelmuch less injury by your paragraphs about my devotion' and abandonment of society for the sake of ley's. Methinks it is a wonderful book for a girl of nineteen, not nineteen, indeed, at that time. I en religion,' which appeared in your Messenger during close you the beginning of mine,† by which you will last Lent, all of which are not founded on fact, but see how far it resembles Mr. Colburn's publication. you see I do not contradict them, because they are If you choose to publish it, you may, stating why, merely personal, whereas the others in some degree and with such explanatory proem as you please. I concern the reader. You will oblige me by comply-never went on with it, as you will perceive by the ing with my request of contradiction-I assure you date. I began it in an old account-book of Miss that I know nothing of the work or works in question, Milbanke's, which I kept, because it contained the and have the honor to be (as the correspondents to word Household,' written by her twice on the inMagazines say) 'your constant reader,' and very "Obt. humble servt., "BYRON." LETTER CCCLXXXVIII. TO MR. MURRAY. "Venice, May 15, 1919. This story, as given in the Preface to the "Vampire," is as follows:"It appears that one evening Lord B., Mr. P. B. Shelley, two ladies, and the gentleman before alluded to, after having perused a German work called Phantasmagoria, tegan relating ghost stories, when his lordship having recited the beginning of Christabel, then unpunished, the whole took so strong a hold of Mr. Shelley's mind, that he suddenly started up, and ran I out of the room. The physician and Lord Byron followed, and discovered him leaning against a mantle-piece, with cold drops of perspiration trickling down his face. After having given him something to refresh him, upon inquiring into the cause of his alarm, they found that his wild imagination having pictured to him the bosom of one of the ladies with eyes, (which was reported of a lady in the neighborhood where he lived,) he was obliged to leave the room in order to destroy the impression." 882 hands of a third person, with copies of several of of reference to Hobhouse's travels, in canto second my own; so that I have no kind of memorial what- and you will put as motto to the whole ever of her, but these two words,-and her actions. I have torn the leaves containing the part of the tale out of the book, and enclose them with this sheet. * * * * 'Difficile est proprie communia dicere.'-Horace. "A few days ago I sent you all I know of Polidori's Vampire. He may do, say, or write what he "What do you mean? First, you seem hurt by pleases, but I wish he would not attribute to me his my letter, and then, in your next, you talk of its own compositions. If he has any thing of mine in 'power,' and so forth. This is a d-d blind story; his possession, the manuscript will put it beyond Jack; but never mind, go on.' You may be sure I controversy; but I scarcely think that any one who said nothing on purpose to plague you, but if you knows me would believe the thing in the Magazine will put me in a frenzy, I will never call you Jack to be mine, even if they saw it in my own hieroagain.' I remember nothing of the epistle at glyphics. present. "I write to you in the agonies of a sirocco, which "What do you mean by Polidori's Diary? Why, annihilates me; and I have been fool enough to I defy him to say any thing about me, but he is do four things since dinner, which are as well omitwelcome. I have nothing to reproach me with on ted in very hot weather: firstly, ****; secondly, his score, and I am much mistaken if that is not to play at billiards from ten to twelve, under the his own opinion. But why publish the name of the influence of lighted lamps, that doubled the heat: two girls and in such a manner ?-what a blun- thirdly, to go afterward into a red-hot conversazione dering piece of exculpation: He asked Pictet, &c., of the Countess Benzoni's; and fourthly, to begin to dinner, and of course was left to entertain them. this letter at three in the morning: but being begun. I went into society solely to present him, (as I told it must be finished. him,) that he might return into good company if he chose; it was the best thing for his youth and circumstances: for myself, I had done with society, "P. S. I petition for tooth-brushes, powder, magand, having presented him, withdrew to my own nesia, Macassar oil, (or Russia,) the sashes, and Sir way of life. It is true that I returned without Nl. Wraxall's Memoirs of his Own Times. I want, entering Lady Dalrymple Hamilton's, because I saw besides, a bull-dog, a terrier, and two Newfoundland it full. It is true that Mrs. Hervey (she writes dogs; and I want (is it Buck s?) a life of Richard novels) fainted at my entrance into Copet, and then Third, advertised by Longman, long, long, long ago; came back again. On her fainting, the Duchesse de I asked for it at least three years since. See LongBroglie exclaimed, 'This is too much at sixty-five man's advertisement." years of age!' I never gave the 'English' an opportunity of avoiding me, but I trust that if ever I do, they will seize it. With regard to Mazeppa and the Ode, you may join or separate them, as you please, from the two cantos. "Ever very truly and affectionately yours, LETTER CCCXCI. TO MR. HOPPNER. "B. "Don't suppose I want to put you out of humor. I have a great respect for your good and gentlemanly qualities, and return your personal friendship. towards me; and although I think you a little "A journey in an Italian June is a conscription; spoiled by villainous company,'-wits, persons of and if I was not the most constant of men, I should humor about town, authors, and fashionables, together with your I am just going to call at Carlton now be swimming from the Lido, instead of smokHouse, are you walking that way?'-I say, not-ing in the dust of Padua. Should there be letters from England, let them wait my return. And do withstanding pictures, taste, Shakspeare, and the look at my house and (not lands, but) waters, and musical glasses, you deserve and possess the es- scold;-and deal out the moneys to Edgecombe* teem of those whose esteem is worth having, and of with an air of reluctance and a shake of the headnone more (however useless it may be) than yours and put queer questions to him-and turn up your very truly, &c. "P. S. Make my respects to Mr. Gifford. I am perfectly aware that 'Don Juan' must set us all by the ears, but that is my concern, and my beginning There will be the Edinburgh' and all, too, against it, so that, like 'Rob Roy,' I shall have my hands full." nose when he answers. "Make my respects to the Consuless-and to the Chevalier-and to Scotin-and to all the counts and countesses of our acquaintance. "And believe me ever "Your disconsolate and affectionate, &c." LETTER CCCXC. TO MR MURRAY. "Venice, May 25, 1819. LETTER CCCXCII. TO MR. HOPPNER. "Bologna, June 6, 1819. "I am at length joined to Bologna, where I am "I have received no proofs by the last post, and settled like a sausage, and shall be broiled like one, shall probably have quitted Venice before the arrival if this weather continues. Will you thank Menof the next. There wanted a few stanzas to the galdo on my part for the Ferrara acquaintance, I stayed two days termination of canto first in the last proof: the next which was a very agreeable one. will, I presume, contain them, and the whole or a at Ferrara, and was much pleased with the Count portion of canto second; but it will be idle to wait Mosti, and the little the shortness of the time perfor farther answers from me, as I have directed that mitted me to see of his family. I went to his conmy letters wait for my return, (perhaps in a month, versazione, which is very far superior to any thing and probably so;) therefore do not wait for farther of the kind at Venice-the women almost all young advice from me. You may as well talk to the wind, several pretty-and the men courteous and cleanly. and better-for it will at least convey your accents The lady of the mansion, who is young, lately mara little farther than they would otherwise have gone; whereas I shall neither echo nor acquiesce in • A clerk of the English Consulate, whom he at this time employed to your exquisite reasons.' You may omit the note control his accounts. LETTER CCCXCIII. TO MR. MURRAY. ried, and with child, appeared very pretty by candlelight, (I did not see her by day,) pleasing in her manners, and very lady-like, or thorough-bred, as we call it in England,-a kind of thing which reminds one of a racer, an antelope, or an Italian "Bologna, June 7, 1819. greyhound. She seems very fond of her husband, "Tell Mr. Hobhouse that I wrote to him a few who is amiable and accomplished; he has been in days ago from Ferrara. It will therefore be idle in England two or three times, and is young. The him or you to wait for any farther answers or returns sister, a Countess somebody-I forget what-(they of proofs from Venice, as I have, directed that no are both Maffei by birth, and Veronese of course)- English letters be sent after me. The publication is a lady of more display; she sings and plays di- can be proceeded in without, and I am already sick vinely; but I thought she was a d-d long time of your remarks, to which I think not the least atabout it. Her likeness to Madame Flahant (Miss tention ought to be paid. Mercer that was) is something quite extraordinary. "Tell Mr. Hobhouse, that since I wrote to him, "I had but a bird's-eye view of these people, and I had availed myself of my Ferrara letters, and shall not probably see them again; but I am very found the society much younger and better there much obliged to Mengaldo for letting me see them than at Venice. I am very much pleased with the at all. Whenever I meet with any thing agreeable little the shortness of my stay permitted me to see in this world, it surprises me so much, and pleases of the Gonfaloniere Count Mosti, and his family me so much, (when my passions are not interested and friends in general. one way or the other,) that I go on wondering for a "I have been picture-gazing this morning at the week to come. I feel, too, in great admiration of famous Domenichino and Guido, both of which are the Cardinal Legate's red stockings. superlative. I afterward went to the beautiful cem"I found, too, such a pretty epitaph in the Cer-etery of Bologna, beyond the walls, and found, betosa cemetery, or rather two: one was the other, • Martial Luigi Implora pace;' Lucretia Picini Implora eterna quiete.' sides the superb burial-ground, an original of a custode, who reminded one of the grave-digger in Hamlet. He has a collection of capuchins' skulls, labeled on the forehead, and taking down one of them, said, 'This was Brother Desiderio Berro, who died at forty-one of my best friends. I begged his head of his brethren after his decease, and they gave it me. I put it in lime, and then boiled it. That was all but it appears to me that these two Here it is, teeth and all, in excellent preservation. and three words comprise and compress all that can He was the merriest, cleverest fellow I ever knew. be said on the subject, and then, in Italian, they Wherever he went he brought joy; and whenever are absolute music. They contain doubt, hope, and any one was melancholy, the sight of him was humility; nothing can be more pathetic than the enough to make him cheerful again. He walked so 'implora and the modesty of the request;-they actively, you might have taken him for a dancerhave had enough of life-they want nothing but he joked-he laughed-oh! he was such a Frate as rest-they implore it, and 'eterna quiete.' It is like I never saw before, nor ever shall again!' a Greek inscription in some good old heathencity "He told me that he had himself planted all the of the dead. Pray, if I am shovelled into the Lido cypresses in the cemetery; that he had the greatest churchyard in your time, let me have the implora attachment to them and to his dead people; that pace,' and nothing else, for my epitaph. I never since 1801 they had buried fifty-three thousand permet with any, ancient or modern, that pleased me a sons. In showing some older monuments, there tenth part so much. was that of a Roman girl of twenty, with a bust by "In about a day or two after you receive this let- Bernini. She was a princess Barlorini, dead two ter, I will thank you to desire Edgecombe to pre- centuries ago: he said, that on opening her grave, pare for my return. I shall go back to Venice before they had found her hair complete, and as yellow I village on the Brenta. I shall stay but a few days as gold.' Some of the epitaphs at Ferrara pleased in Bologna. I am just going out to see sights, but me more than the more splendid monuments at shall not present my introductory letters for a day Bologna; for instance or two, till I have run over again the place and pictures; nor perhaps at all, if I find that I have] books and sights enough to do without the inhabitants. After that, I shall return to Venice, where you may expect me about the eleventh, or perhaps sooner. Pray make my thanks acceptable to Mengaldo; my respects to the Consuless, and to Mr. Scott. "I hope my daughter is well. "Ever yours, and truly. "P. S. I went over the Ariosto MS., &c., &c., again at Ferrara, with the castle, and cell, and house, &c., &c. 'Martini Luigi Implora pace;' Lucretia Picini Can anything be more full of pathos? Those few words say all that can be said or sought; the dead had had enough of life; all they wanted was rest, and this they implore! There is all the helplessness, and humble hope, and deathlike prayer, that can arise from the grave-implora pace." I hope whoever may survive me, and shall see me put in "One of the Ferrarese asked me if I knew 'Lord the foreigners' burying-ground at the Lido, within the fortress by the Adriatic, will see those two words, Byron,' an acquaintance of his now at Naples. I trust they won't think told him 'No' which was true both ways; for and no more, put over me. knew not an impostor, and, in the other, no one Blunderbuss Hall.' I am sure my bones would not of pickling, and bringing me home to Clod or knows himself. He stared when told that I was 'the real Simon Pure.' Another asked me if I had rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the not translated Tasso.' You see what fame is! how earth of that country. I believe the thought would accurate! how boundless! I don't know how others drive me mad on my death-bed, could I suppose that feel, but I am always the lighter and the better any of my friends would be base enough to convey looked on when I have got rid of mine; it sits on my carcass back to your soil.-I would not even feed me like armor on the Lord Mayor's champion; and your worms, if I could help it. "So, as Shakspeare says of Mowbray, the banant babble, by answering, that I had not translated ished Duke of Norfolk, who died at Venice, (see Tasso, but a namsesake had; and by the blessing of Richard 2d,) that he, after fighting Heaven, I looked so little like a poet, that every I got rid of all the husk of literature, and the attend body believed me." Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens, And toil'd with works of war, retired himsoif |