3 books to know Juvenalian Satire. Lord Byron

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      The nine days' wonder which was brought to light,

      And how Alfonso sued for a divorce,

      Were in the English newspapers, of course.

      If you would like to see the whole proceedings,

      The depositions, and the cause at full,

      The names of all the witnesses, the pleadings

      Of counsel to nonsuit, or to annul,

      There 's more than one edition, and the readings

      Are various, but they none of them are dull;

      The best is that in short-hand ta'en by Gurney,

      Who to Madrid on purpose made a journey.

      But Donna Inez, to divert the train

      Of one of the most circulating scandals

      That had for centuries been known in Spain,

      At least since the retirement of the Vandals,

      First vow'd (and never had she vow'd in vain)

      To Virgin Mary several pounds of candles;

      And then, by the advice of some old ladies,

      She sent her son to be shipp'd off from Cadiz.

      She had resolved that he should travel through

      All European climes, by land or sea,

      To mend his former morals, and get new,

      Especially in France and Italy

      (At least this is the thing most people do).

      Julia was sent into a convent: she

      Grieved, but, perhaps, her feelings may be better

      Shown in the following copy of her Letter:—

      'They tell me 't is decided; you depart:

      'T is wise—'t is well, but not the less a pain;

      I have no further claim on your young heart,

      Mine is the victim, and would be again;

      To love too much has been the only art

      I used;—I write in haste, and if a stain

      Be on this sheet, 't is not what it appears;

      My eyeballs burn and throb, but have no tears.

      'I loved, I love you, for this love have lost

      State, station, heaven, mankind's, my own esteem,

      And yet can not regret what it hath cost,

      So dear is still the memory of that dream;

      Yet, if I name my guilt, 't is not to boast,

      None can deem harshlier of me than I deem:

      I trace this scrawl because I cannot rest—

      I 've nothing to reproach, or to request.

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

      'T is woman's whole existence; man may range

      The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart;

      Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange

      Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart,

      And few there are whom these cannot estrange;

      Men have all these resources, we but one,

      To love again, and be again undone.

      'You will proceed in pleasure, and in pride,

      Beloved and loving many; all is o'er

      For me on earth, except some years to hide

      My shame and sorrow deep in my heart's core;

      These I could bear, but cannot cast aside

      The passion which still rages as before—

      And so farewell—forgive me, love me—No,

      That word is idle now—but let it go.

      'My breast has been all weakness, is so yet;

      But still I think I can collect my mind;

      My blood still rushes where my spirit 's set,

      As roll the waves before the settled wind;

      My heart is feminine, nor can forget—

      To all, except one image, madly blind;

      So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole,

      As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul.

      'I have no more to say, but linger still,

      And dare not set my seal upon this sheet,

      And yet I may as well the task fulfil,

      My misery can scarce be more complete:

      I had not lived till now, could sorrow kill;

      Death shuns the wretch who fain the blow would meet,

      And I must even survive this last adieu,

      And bear with life, to love and pray for you!'

      This note was written upon gilt-edged paper

      With a neat little crow-quill, slight and new:

      Her small white hand could hardly reach the taper,

      It trembled as magnetic needles do,

      And yet she did not let one tear escape her;

      The seal a sun-flower; 'Elle vous suit partout,'

      The motto cut upon a white cornelian;

      The wax was superfine, its hue vermilion.

      This was Don Juan's earliest scrape; but whether

      I shall proceed with his adventures is

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