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Who eats fire gratis （since the pay 's but small）；
Shut up… no； not the King； but the Pavilion；
Or else 't will cost us all another million。
Shut up the world at large； let Bedlam out；
And you will be perhaps surprised to find
All things pursue exactly the same route；
As now with those of soi…disant sound mind。
This I could prove beyond a single doubt；
Were there a jot of sense among mankind；
But till that point d'appui is found； alas！
Like Archimedes； I leave earth as 't was。
Our gentle Adeline had one defect…
Her heart was vacant； though a splendid mansion；
Her conduct had been perfectly correct；
As she had seen nought claiming its expansion。
A wavering spirit may be easier wreck'd；
Because 't is frailer； doubtless； than a stanch one；
But when the latter works its own undoing；
Its inner crash is like an earthquake's ruin。
She loved her lord； or thought so； but that love
Cost her an effort； which is a sad toil；
The stone of Sisyphus； if once we move
Our feelings 'gainst the nature of the soil。
She had nothing to plain of； or reprove；
No bickerings； no connubial turmoil：
Their union was a model to behold；
Serene and noble；… conjugal； but cold。
There was no great disparity of years；
Though much in temper； but they never clash'd：
They moved like stars united in their spheres；
Or like the Rhone by Leman's waters wash'd；
Where mingled and yet separate appears
The river from the lake； all bluely dash'd
Through the serene and placid glassy deep；
Which fain would lull its river…child to sleep。
Now when she once had ta'en an interest
In any thing； however she might flatter
Herself that her intentions were the best；
Intense intentions are a dangerous matter：
Impressions were much stronger than she guess'd；
And gather'd as they run like growing water
Upon her mind； the more so； as her breast
Was not at first too readily impress'd。
But when it was； she had that lurking demon
Of double nature； and thus doubly named…
Firmness yclept in heroes； kings； and seamen；
That is； when they succeed； but greatly blamed
As obstinacy； both in men and women；
Whene'er their triumph pales； or star is tamed：…
And 't will perplex the casuist in morality
To fix the due bounds of this dangerous quality。
Had Buonaparte won at Waterloo；
It had been firmness； now 't is pertinacity：
Must the event decide between the two？
I leave it to your people of sagacity
To draw the line between the false and true；
If such can e'er be drawn by man's capacity：
My business is with Lady Adeline；
Who in her way too was a heroine。
She knew not her own heart； then how should I？
I think not she was then in love with Juan：
If so； she would have had the strength to fly
The wild sensation； unto her a new one：
She merely felt a mon sympathy
（I will not say it was a false or true one）
In him； because she thought he was in danger；…
Her husband's friend； her own； young； and a stranger；
She was； or thought she was； his friend… and this
Without the farce of friendship； or romance
Of Platonism； which leads so oft amiss
Ladies who have studied friendship but in France；
Or Germany； where people purely kiss。
To thus much Adeline would not advance；
But of such friendship as man's may to man be
She was as capable as woman can be。
No doubt the secret influence of the sex
Will there； as also in the ties of blood；
An innocent predominance annex；
And tune the concord to a finer mood。
If free from passion； which all friendship checks；
And your true feelings fully understood；
No friend like to a woman earth discovers；
So that you have not been nor will be lovers。
Love bears within its breast the very germ
Of change； and how should this be otherwise？
That violent things more quickly find a term
Is shown through nature's whole analogies；
And how should the most fierce of all be firm？
Would you have endless lightning in the skies？
Methinks Love's very title says enough：
How should 'the tender passion' e'er be tough？
Alas！ by all experience； seldom yet
（I merely quote what I have heard from many）
Had lovers not some reason to regret
The passion which made Solomon a zany。
I 've also seen some wives （not to forget
The marriage state； the best or worst of any）
Who were the very paragons of wives；
Yet made the misery of at least two lives。
I 've also seen some female friends （ 't is odd；
But true… as； if expedient； I could prove）
That faithful were through thick and thin； abroad；
At home； far more than ever yet was Love…
Who did not quit me when Oppression trod
Upon me； whom no scandal could remove；
Who fought； and fight； in absence； too； my battles；
Despite the snake Society's loud rattles。
Whether Don Juan and chaste Adeline
Grew friends in this or any other sense；
Will be discuss'd hereafter； I opine：
At present I am glad of a pretence
To leave them hovering； as the effect is fine；
And keeps the atrocious reader in suspense；
The surest way for ladies and for books
To bait their tender； or their tenter； hooks。
Whether they rode； or walk'd； or studied Spanish
To read Don Quixote in the original；
A pleasure before which all others vanish；
Whether their talk was of the kind call'd 'small；'
Or serious； are the topics I must banish
To the next Canto； where perhaps I shall
Say something to the purpose； and display
Considerable talent in my way。
Above all； I beg all men to forbear
Anticipating aught about the matter：
They 'll only make mistakes about the fair；
And Juan too； especially the latter。
And I shall take a much more serious air
Than I have yet done； in this epic satire。
It is not clear that Adeline and Juan
Will fall； but if they do； 't will be their ruin。
But great things spring from little：… Would you think；
That in our youth； as dangerous a passion
As e'er brought man and woman to the brink
Of ruin； rose from such a slight occasion；
As few would ever dream could form the link
Of such a sentimental situation？
You 'll never guess； I 'll bet you millions； milliards…
It all sprung from a harmless game at billiards。
'T is strange；… but true； for truth is always strange；
Stranger than fiction； if it could be told；
How much would novels gain by the exchange！
How differently the world would men behold！
How oft would vice and virtue places change！
The new world would be nothing to the old；
If some Columbus of the moral seas
Would show mankind their souls' antipodes。
What 'antres vast and deserts idle' then
Would be discover'd in the human soul！
What icebergs in the hearts of mighty men；
With self…love in the centre as their pole！
What Anthropophagi are nine of ten
Of those who hold the kingdoms in control
Were things but only call'd by their right name；
Caesar himself would be ashamed of fame。
CANTO THE FIFTEENTH
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AH！… What should follow slips from my reflection；
Whatever follows ne'ertheless may be
As a…propos of hope or retrospection；
As though the lurking thought had follow'd free。
All present life is but an interjection；
An 'Oh！' or 'Ah！' of joy or misery；
Or a 'Ha！ ha！' or 'Bah！'… a yawn； or 'Pooh！'
Of which perhaps the latter is most true。
But； more or less； the whole 's a