And yet 't is very puzzling on the brink
Of what is called Eternity to stare,
And know no more of what is here, than there;—
XXI.
Don Juan grew a very polished Russian—
How we won't mention, why we need not say:
Few youthful minds can stand the strong concussion
Of any slight temptation in their way;
But his just now were spread as is a cushion
Smoothed for a Monarch's seat of honour: gay