DON JUAN. CANTO THE THIRD. (1) (1) [Lord Byron began to compose Canto III. in October, 1819; but the outcry raised by the publication of Cantos I. and II. annoyed him so much, that he for a time laid the work aside, and afterwards proceeded in it only by fits and starts. Mr. Moore, who visited him while Canto III. was in progress says "So sensitive, indeed, in addition to his usual abundance of this quality,- did he, at length, grow on the subject, that when Mr. W. Bankes, who succeeded me as his visiter, happened to tell him, one day, that he had heard a Mr. Saunders (or some such name), then resident at Venice, declare that, in his opinion, 'Don Juan was all Grub-street,* such an effect had this disparaging speech upon his mind (though coming from a person who, as he himself would have it, was nothing but a d-d salt-fish seller"), that, for some time after, by his own confession to Mr. Bankes, he could not bring himself to write another line of the Poem; and one morning, opening a drawer where the neglected manuscript lay, he said to his friend, Look here- this is all Mr. Saunders's Grub. street.'"- Cantos III. IV. and V. were published together in August, 1821,-still without the name either of author or bookseller. -E] 289 DON JUAN. CANTO THE THIRD, I. HAIL, Muse! et cetera. - We left Juan sleeping, And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping, Had soil'd the current of her sinless years, And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears! II. Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, (1) [This, we must allow, is pretty enough, and not at all objectionable in a moral point of view. We fear, however, that we cannot say as much for what follows: marrying is no joke, and therefore not a fit subject to VOL. XV. U III. In her first passion woman loves her lover, her: IV. I know not if the fault be men's or theirs ; But one thing's pretty sure; a woman planted— (Unless at once she plunge for life in prayers)After a decent time must be gallanted; Although, no doubt, her first of love affairs Is that to which her heart is wholly granted; Yet there are some, they say, who have had none, But those who have ne'er end with only one. (1) V. 'Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, joke about; besides, for a married man to be merry on that score, is very like trying to overcome the toothach by a laugh. - HOGG.] (1) [These two lines are a versification of a saying of Montaigne.] VI. There's something of antipathy, as 't were, Is used until the truth arrives too late Yet what can people do, except despair? The same things change their names at such a rate; For instance-passion in a lover's glorious, But in a husband is pronounced uxorious. Men VII. grow ashamed of being so very fond; They sometimes also get a little tired (But that, of course, is rare), and then despond: The same things cannot always be admired, Yet 't is "so nominated in the bond," That both are tied till one shall have expired. Sad thought to lose the spouse that was adorning Our days, and put one's servants into mourning. VIII. There's doubtless something in domestic doings For no one cares for matrimonial cooings, There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss: Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life? (1) (1) [MS." Had Petrarch's passion led to Petrarch's wedding, How many sonnets had ensued the bedding?"] |