Don Juan 06-016 ~ 020
 
 
Don Juan 06-016
Canto the Sixth
 
     XVI
 
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth;
     If true, 't is no great lease of its own fire;
For no one, save in very early youth,
     Would like (I think) to trust all to desire,
Which is but a precarious bond, in sooth,
     And apt to be transferr'd to the first buyer
At a sad discount: while your over chilly
Women, on t' other hand, seem somewhat silly.
 
 
Don Juan 06-017
Canto the Sixth
 
     XVII
 
That is, we cannot pardon their bad taste,
     For so it seems to lovers swift or slow,
Who fain would have a mutual flame confess'd,
     And see a sentimental passion glow,
Even were St. Francis' paramour their guest,
     In his monastic concubine of snow; --
In short, the maxim for the amorous tribe is
Horatian, "Medio tu tutissimus ibis."
 
 
Don Juan 06-018
Canto the Sixth
 
     XVIII
 
The "tu"'s too much, -- but let it stand, -- the verse
     Requires it, that's to say, the English rhyme,
And not the pink of old hexameters;
     But, after all, there's neither tune nor time
In the last line, which cannot well be worse,
     And was thrust in to close the octave's chime:
I own no prosody can ever rate it
As a rule, but Truth may, if you translate it.
 
 
Don Juan 06-019
Canto the Sixth
 
     XIX
 
If fair Gulbeyaz overdid her part,
     I know not -- it succeeded, and success
Is much in most things, not less in the heart
     Than other articles of female dress.
Self-love in man, too, beats all female art;
     They lie, we lie, all lie, but love no less;
And no one virtue yet, except starvation,
Could stop that worst of vices -- propagation.
 
 
Don Juan 06-020
Canto the Sixth
 
     XX
 
We leave this royal couple to repose:
     A bed is not a throne, and they may sleep,
Whate'er their dreams be, if of joys or woes:
     Yet disappointed joys are woes as deep
As any man's day mixture undergoes.
     Our least of sorrows are such as we weep;
'T is the vile daily drop on drop which wears
The soul out (like the stone) with petty cares.
 
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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