5 DON JUAN. CANTO THE FOURTH. I. NOTHING SO difficult as a beginning For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend, Like Lucifer when hurl'd from heaven for sinning; Our sin the same, and hard as his to mend, Being pride, (1) which leads the mind to soar too far, Till our own weakness shows us what we are. (2) II. But Time, which brings all beings to their level, Man, and, as we would hope, perhaps the devil, (1) That neither of their intellects are vast: [—“how glorious once above thy sphere, Paradise Lost.] While youth's hot wishes in our red veins revel, III. As boy, I thought myself a clever fellow, And wish'd that others held the same opinion; They took it up when my days grew more mellow, And other minds acknowledged my dominion: Now my sere fancy "falls into the yellow Leaf," (2) and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. IV. weep, And if I laugh at any mortal thing, (1) ["Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, He views, and wonders that they please no more." "'Tis a grand poem-and so true! - true as the 10th of Juvenal himself. The lapse of ages changes all things-time-language- the earth -the bounds of the sea- the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment.”. B. Diary, 1821.] |