The languages, especially the dead,

The sciences, and most of all the abstruse, The arts, at least all such as could be said To be the most remote from common use. Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 40.

Her stature tall, I hate a dumpy woman.

Stanza 61.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

Stanza 83.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.

Stanza 117.

'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Stanza 123.

Sweet is revenge

especially to women.

Stanza 124.

And truant husband should return, and say, "My dear, I was the first who came away."

Stanza 141.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart;

"T is woman's whole existence.

Stanza 194.

In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.

Stanza 212.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice

I think I must take up with avarice.1

Stanza 216.

What is the end of fame? 'Tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper.
At leaving even the most unpleasant people
And places, one keeps looking at the steeple.

Stanza 218.

Canto ii. Stanza 14.

There's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms
As rum and true religion.

Stanza 34.

1 See Middleton, page 173.

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry

Of some strong swimmer in his agony.

Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 53.

All who joy would win

Must share it, happiness was born a twin.

Stanza 172.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love.

Alas, the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing.

In her first passion woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.1

He was the mildest manner'd man
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.

Stanza 178.

Stanza 186.

Stanza 199.

Canto iii. Stanza 3.

Stanza 41.

Stanza 86. 1.

Of the three hundred grant but three
To make a new Thermopylæ.

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,

Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?

Stanza 86. 7.

1 Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les

autres elles aiment l'amour. ROCHEFOUCAULD: Maxim 471.

Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave,
Think ye
he meant them for a slave?

Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 10.

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.1

Stanza 86. 16.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, "T is that I may not weep.

The precious porcelain of human clay.2

Stanza 88.

Stanza 108.

Canto iv. Stanza 4.

Stanza 11.

"Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.3

Perhaps the early grave

Which men weep over may be meant to save.

And her face so fair

Stanza 12.

Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.1

Ibid.

These two hated with a hate

Stanza 29.

Found only on the stage.

"Arcades ambo," — id est, blackguards both.

I've stood upon Achilles' tomb,

Stanza 93.

Stanza 93.

And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome.

1 See Shakespeare, page 63.

2 See Dryden, page 277.

8 See Wordsworth, page 479.

4 All her innocent thoughts

Stanza 101.

Like rose-leaves scatter'd.

JOHN WILSON: On the Death of a Child. (1812.)

Oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue!" 1

As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 110.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

But all have prices,

Canto v. Stanza 5.

From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.2

And puts himself upon his good behaviour.

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul, ― the dinner bell.

The women pardon'd all except her face.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.

Stanza 27.

Stanza 47.

Stanza 49.

Stanza 113.

Canto vi. Stanza 7.

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase
By which such things are settled nowadays.
The drying up a single tear has more

Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.

Stanza 78.

Canto viii. Stanza 3.

Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt
In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss
Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose.

Stanza 18.

What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman!

Canto ix. Stanza 64.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

Oh for a forty-parson power!

1 See Southey, page 507.

2 See Robert Walpole, page 304.

Canto x. Stanza 24.

Stanza 34.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," 't was no matter what he said.1 Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1.

And proved it,

And after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.

"T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.

Of all tales 't is the saddest, and more sad,

Because it makes us smile.

--

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.

Society is now one polish'd horde,

Stanza 37.

Stanza 59.

Canto xiii. Stanza 9.

Stanza 11.

Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

All human history attests

That happiness for man, — the hungry sinner!—
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.2

Stunza 95.

Stanza 99.

'Tis strange, but true; for truth is always strange,Stranger than fiction.

Canto xiv. Stanza 101.

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Canto xv. Stanza 13.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

Friendship is Love without his wings.

Stanza 43.

L'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Memoranda from his Life, by Moore, Chap. xiv.

1 What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. - T. H. KEY (once Head Master of University College School). On the authority of F. J. Furnivall.

2 For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner. - Piozzi: Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, p. 149.