Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.[BT]
CLXVII.
Return we to Don Juan. He begun[158]
To hear new words, and to repeat them; but
Some feelings, universal as the Sun,
Were such as could not in his breast be shut
More than within the bosom of a nun:
He was in love,—as you would be, no doubt,