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.