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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don Juan: Canto The Seventeenth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The world is full of orphans: firstly, those <br>Who are so in the strict sense of the phrase <br>(But many a lonely tree the loftier grows <br>Than others crowded in the forest's maze); <br>The next are such as are not doomed to lose <br>Their tender parents in their budding days, <br>But merely their parental tenderness, <br>Which leaves them orphans of the heart no less.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The next are 'only children', as they are styled, <br>Who grow up children only, since the old saw<br>Pronounces that an 'only' 's a spoilt child. <br>But not to go too far, I hold it law <br>That where their education, harsh or mild, <br>'Transgresses the great bounds of love or awe, <br>The sufferers, be't in heart or intellect, <br>Whate'er the cause are orphans in effect.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But to return unto the stricter rule<br>(As far as words make rules), our common notion<br>Of orphans paints at once a parish school, <br>A half-starved babe, a wreck upon life's ocean, <br>A human (what the Italians nickname) 'mule', <br>A theme for pity or some worse emotion; <br>Yet, if examined, it might be admitted <br>The wealthiest orphans are to be more pitied.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Too soon they are parents to themselves; for what <br>Are tutors, guardians, and so forth, compared <br>With Nature's genial genitors, so that<br>A child of Chancery, that Star Chamber ward <br>(I'll take the likeness I can first come at), <br>Is like a duckling by Dame Partlett reared <br>And frights, especially if 'tis a daughter, <br>The old hen by running headlong to the water.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is a commonplace book argument,<br>Which glibly glides from every vulgar tongue <br>When any dare a new light to present:<br>'If you are right, then everybody's wrong.' <br>Suppose the converse of this precedent <br>So often urged, so loudly and so long:<br>'If you are wrong, then everybody's right.' <br>Was ever everybody yet so quite?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Therefore I would solicit free discussion<br>Upon all points, no matter what or whose,<br>Because as ages upon ages push on,<br>The last is apt the former to accuse <br>Of pillowing its head on a pincushion, <br>Heedless of pricks because it was obtuse. <br>What was a paradox becomes a truth or <br>A something like it, as bear witness Luther.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sacraments have been reduced to two<br>And witches unto none, though somewhat late <br>Since burning aged women (save a few,<br>Not witches, only bitches, who create <br>Mischief in families, as some know or knew, <br>Should still be singed, but slightly let me state) <br>Has been declared an act of inurbanity, <br>Malgé Sir Matthew Hale's great humanity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Great Galileo was debarred the sun,<br>Because he fixed it, and to stop his talking <br>How earth could round the solar orbit run, <br>Found his own legs embargoed from mere walking. <br>The man was well nigh dead, ere men begun <br>To think his skull had not some need of caulking, <br>But now it seems he's right, his notion just, <br>No doubt a consolation to his dust.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages <br>Might be filled up, as vainly as before, <br>With the sad usage of all sorts of sages, <br>Who in his lifetime each was deemed a bore. <br>The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages; <br>This they must bear with and perhaps much more.<br>The wise man's sure when he no more can share it, he <br>Will have a firm post~obit on posterity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If such doom waits each intellectual giant,<br>We little people in our lesser way <br>To life's small rubs should surely be more pliant, <br>And so for one will I, as well I may.<br>Would that I were less bilious - but oh fie on't!<br>Just as I make my mind up everyday<br>To be a totus teres stoic, sage,<br>The wind shifts and I fly into a rage.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Temperate I am, yet never had a temper;<br>Modest I am, yet with some slight assurance; <br>Changeable too, yet somehow idem semper; <br>Patient, but not enamoured of endurance; <br>Cheerful, but sometimes rather apt to whimper; <br>Mild, but at times a sort of Hercules furens; <br>So that I almost think that the same skin <br>For one without has two or three within.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Our hero was in canto the sixteenth <br>Left in a tender moonlight situation, <br>Such as enables man to show his strength <br>Moral or physical On this occasion <br>Whether his virtue triumphed, or at length <br>His vice - for he was of a kindling nation -<br>Is more than I shall venture to describe, <br>Unless some beauty with a kiss should bribe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I leave the thing a problem, like all things.<br>The morning came, and breakfast, tea and toast, <br>Of which most men partake, but no one sings. <br>The company, whose birth, wealth, worth have cost <br>My trembling lyre already several strings,<br>Assembled with our hostess and mine host.<br>The guests dropped in, the last but one, Her Grace, <br>The latest, Juan with his virgin face.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Which best is to encounter, ghost or none, <br>'Twere difficult to say, but Juan looked <br>As if he had combated with more than one, <br>Being wan and worn, with eyes that hardly brooked <br>The light that through the Gothic windows shone. <br>Her Grace too had a sort of air rebuked, <br>Seemed pale and shivered, as if she had kept <br>A vigil or dreamt rather more than slept.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a></strong></div>