Now, were I once at home, and in good satire, | There stands the noble hostess, nor shall sink I'd try conclusions with those Janizaries, With the three-thousandth curtsey; there And show them what an intellectual war is. the waltzThe only dance which teaches girls to think Makes one in love even with its very faults. | Saloon, room, hall o'erflow beyond their brink, And long the latest of arrivals halts, 'Midst royal dukes and dames condemn'd to climb, I think I know a trick or two, would turn With such small gear to give myself concern: And glides away, assured she never hurts ye. My Juan, whom I left in deadly peril Being tired in time, and neither least nor last Amongst the higher spirits of the day, His morns he pass'd in business-which, Was like all business, a laborious nothing, good And gain an inch of staircase at a time. Thrice happy he, who, after a survey But this won't do, save by and by; and he Of gems and plumes, and pearls and silks, Or, if he dance not, but hath higher views Which grows no better, though 'tis time it Upon an heiress or his neighbour's bride, Let him take care that that which he pursues should. His afternoons he pass'd in visits, luncheons, nor flower Is not at once too palpably descried. But, if you can contrive, get next at supper; Can tender souls relate the rise and fall But these precautionary hints can touch Or little overturns; and not the few Or many (for the number's sometimes such) | Where is his will? (That's not so soon Whom a good mien, especially if new, unriddled.) Or fame, or name, for wit, war, sense, or And where is "Fum" the Fourth, They are young, but know not youth-it is anticipated; our "royal bird?" Gone down it seems to Scotland, to be fiddled Unto by Sawney's violin, we have heard: "Caw me, caw thee"-for six months hath been hatching This scene of royal itch and loyal scratching. The Honourable Mistresses and Misses? Where are the Grenvilles? Turn'd as usual. Handsome but wasted, rich without a sou; pated; Their cash comes from, their wealth goes to a Jew; Both senates see their nightly votes parti cipated Between the tyrant's and the tribunes' crew; And, having voted, dined, drank, gamed, and whored, The family-vault receives another lord. The humblest individual under heaven, Than might suffice a moderate century through. I knew that nought was lasting, but now even Change grows too changeable, without being new: Where's Brummel? Dish'd. Where's Long George the Third ? Jupiter, I have seen Napoleon, who seem'd quite a What Juan saw and underwent, shall be Shrink to a Saturn. I have seen a duke And sail for a new theme: I have seen- trap Will hint allusions never meant. Ne'er doubt Whether he married with the third or fourth I have seen the landholders without a rap - cap a Congress doing all that's mean I have seen asses Is yet within the unread events of time. Kick off their burthens-meaning the high | Thus far, go forth, thou Lay, which I will say: back Against the same given quantity of rhyme, CANTO XII. Of all the barbarous Middle Ages, that And don't know justly what we would be at- were; Be hypocritical, be cautious, be But how shall I relate in other Cantos five, To herd with boys, or hoard with good 1 wonder people should be left alive; A moral country? But I hold my hand- Without the aid of too sincere a poet. creation. Oh Gold! why call we misers miserable? | Possess'd, the ore, of which mere hopes Which holds fast other pleasures great and small. allure Nations athwart the deep: the golden rays Ye who but see the saving man at table, Love or lust makes man sick, and wine much sicker; Ambition rends, and gaming gains a loss; But making money,slowly first, then quicker, And adding still a little through each cross (Which will come over things) beats love or liquor, The gamester's counter, or the statesman's Oh Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, vapour. Who hold the balance of the world? Who reign O'er Congress, whether royalist or liberal? Who rouse the shirtless patriots of Spain? (That make old Europe's journals squeak and gibber all.) Who keep the world, both old and new, in pain Or pleasure? Who make politics run The shade of Bonaparte's noble daring? - Those, and the truly liberal Lafitte, Why call the miser miserable? as Because, you'll say, nought calls for such The lands on either side are his: the ship "Love rules the camp, the court, the grove," -"for Love Is Heaven, and Heaven is Love:". so sings the bard; Which it were rather difficult to prove And sparkling on from heap to heap,displays,|(A thing with poetry in general hard). He is your only poet; - passion, pure I'm serious - so are all men upon paper; And why should I not form my speculation, And hold up to the sun my little taper? Mankind just now seem wrapt in meditation On Constitutions and Steam-boats of vapour; Now if the "court" and "camp" and "grove" While sages write against all procreation, be not Recruited all with constant married men, Well, if I don't succeed, I have succeeded, And that's enough; succeeded in my youth, The only time when much success is needed: And my success produced what I in sooth Cared most about; it need not now be pleaded Whate'er it was, 'twas mine; I've paid, in truth, Of late the penalty of such success, That suit in Chancery,-which some persons plead In an appeal to the unborn, whom they, In the faith of their procreative creed, Baptize Posterity, or future clay,— Unless a man can calculate his means That's noble! that's romantic! For my part, I think that "Philo-genitiveness” is— (Now here's a word quite after my own heart, Though there's a shorter a good deal than this, If that politeness set it not apart; And now to business. Oh, my gentle Juan! race. 'Tis true, that thy career is not a new one; Thou art no novice in the headlong chase Of early life; but this is a new land Which foreigners can never understand. |