Don Juan 06-001 ~ 005
 
Don Juan 06-001
Canto the Sixth

     I
 
"There is a tide in the affairs of men
     Which, -- taken at the flood," -- you know the rest,
And most of us have found it now and then;
     At least we think so, though but few have guess'd
The moment, till too late to come again.
     But no doubt every thing is for the best --
Of which the surest sign is in the end:
When things are at the worst they sometimes mend.
 

Don Juan 06-002
Canto the Sixth

     II
 
There is a tide in the affairs of women
     Which, taken at the flood, leads -- God knows where:
Those navigators must be able seamen
     Whose charts lay down its current to a hair;
Not all the reveries of Jacob Behmen
     With its strange whirls and eddies can compare:
Men with their heads reflect on this and that --
But women with their hearts on heaven knows what!
 

Don Juan 06-003
Canto the Sixth

     III
 
And yet a headlong, headstrong, downright she,
     Young, beautiful, and daring -- who would risk
A throne, the world, the universe, to be
     Beloved in her own way, and rather whisk
The stars from out the sky, than not be free
     As are the billows when the breeze is brisk --
Though such a she's a devil (if that there be one),
Yet she would make full many a Manichean.
 

Don Juan 06-004
Canto the Sixth

     IV
 
Thrones, worlds, et cetera, are so oft upset
     By commonest ambition, that when passion
O'erthrows the same, we readily forget,
     Or at the least forgive, the loving rash one.
If Antony be well remember'd yet,
     'T is not his conquests keep his name in fashion,
But Actium, lost for Cleopatra's eyes,
Outbalances all Caesar's victories.
 

Don Juan 06-005
Canto the Sixth

     V
 
He died at fifty for a queen of forty;
     I wish their years had been fifteen and twenty,
For then wealth, kingdoms, worlds are but a sport -- I
     Remember when, though I had no great plenty
Of worlds to lose, yet still, to pay my court, I
     Gave what I had -- a heart: as the world went, I
Gave what was worth a world; for worlds could never
Restore me those pure feelings, gone forever.
 
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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