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