Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 10.

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,

Where nothing save the waves and I

May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;

There, swan-like, let me sing and die.[558:1]

Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 16.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,

Falling like dew upon a thought, produces

That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 88.