Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 108.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
'T is that I may not weep.
Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 4.
The precious porcelain of human clay.[558:2]
Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 11.
"Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.[558:3]
Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 12.
Perhaps the early grave