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.

Stanza 61.

—

Her stature tall, I hate a dumpy woman.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

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.

Sweet is revenge
especially to women.
And truant husband should return, and say,
"My dear, I was the first who came away."

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'Tis woman's whole existence.

Stanza 83.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice

I think I must take up with avarice.1

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 123.

Stanza 124.

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

Stanza 141.

Stanza 194.

Stanza 212.

Stanza 216.

Stanza 218.

Canto ii. Stanza 14.

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

1 See Middleton, page 173.

Stanza 34.

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
Of some strong swimmer in his agony.

All who joy would win Must share it, happiness was born a twin.

Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 53.

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.

The mountains look on Marathon,

And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone,

I dreamed that Greece might still be free.

Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
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 172.

Stanza 178.

Stanza 186.

Stanza 199.

Canto iii. Stanza 3.

Stanza 41.

Stanza 86. 1.

Stanza 86. 3.

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?

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

Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 10.

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

Stanza 88.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.

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

Canto iv. Stanza 4.
Stanza 11.

The precious porcelain of human clay.2
"Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.

3

Stanza 12.

Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.

1 See Shakespeare, page 63. 2 See Dryden, page 277.

These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.

8 See Wordsworth, page 479.

Stanza 86. 16.

And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.*

Stanza 108.

4 All her innocent thoughts

Ibid.

"Arcades ambo," - id est, blackguards both.
I've stood upon Achilles' tomb,
And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome.

Stanza 101.

Stanza 29.

Stanza 93.

Stanza 93.

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.

Canto v. Stanza 5.

But all have prices,
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.

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 27.

Oh for a forty-parson power!

Stanza 47.

1 See Southey, page 507.

2 See Robert Walpole, page 304.

Stanza 49.

Canto vi. Stanza 7.

Stanza 113.

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 78.

Canto viii. Stanza 3.

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

Stanza 18.

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

Canto ix. Stanza 64.

Canto x. Stanza 24.

Stanza 34.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
And proved it, 't was no matter what he said.1

Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1.

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

'Tis 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,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

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All human history attests
That happiness for man, the hungry sinner!-
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.2

Stanza 37.

Canto xiii. Stanza 9.

Stanza 59.

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

Friendship is Love without his wings.

Stanza 11.

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

Stunza 95.

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

Stanza 99.

Canto xiv. Stanza 101.

Canto xv. Stanza 13.

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.