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English poet
(1788 - 1824)
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The truly brave,
  When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
    Are touched with a desire to shield and save:--
      A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods
        Are they--now furious as the sweeping wave,
          Now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods
            The rugged tree unto the summer wind,
              Compassion breathes along the savage mind.
      - Don Juan (canto VIII, st. 106) [Bravery]

'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,
  For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch.
      - Don Juan (canto VIII, st. 77) [Argument]

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
  Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
    Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt,
      Not practise!
      - Don Juan (canto X, st. 34)
        [Hypocrisy : Preaching]

This is the way that physicians mend or end us,
  Secundum artem: but although we sneer
    In health--when ill, we call them to attend us,
      Without the least propensity to jeer.
      - Don Juan (canto X, st. 42) [Medicine]

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it,
  But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
      - Don Juan (canto X, st. 79) [Thieving]

A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
  Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
    Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
      In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
        Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
          On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;
            A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
              On a fool's head--and there is London Town.
      - Don Juan (canto X, st. 82) [London]

And wrinkles, the d--d democrats, won't flatter.
      - Don Juan (canto X, st. XXIV) [Democracy]

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter."
  And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.
      - Don Juan (canto XI, st. 1),
        an allusion to a dissertation by Berkeley on Mind and Matter found in note by Hawkesworth
        [Argument : Mind]

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
  An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
      - Don Juan (canto XI, st. 13) [Voice]

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
  The truth in masquerade.
      - Don Juan (canto XI, st. 37) [Lying]

'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
  Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
      - Don Juan (canto XI, st. 60) [Mind]

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be
  Not what you seem but always what you see.
      - Don Juan (canto XI, st. 86) [Hypocrisy]

How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests
  Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins
    (Not of old victors, all whose heads and crests
      Weigh not the thin ore where their visage shines,
        But) of find unclipt gold, where dully rests
          Some likeness, which the glittering cirque confines,
            Of modern, reigning, sterling, stupid stamp;--
              Yes! ready money is Aladdin's lamp.
      - Don Juan (canto XII, st. 12) [Money]

And hold up to the sun my little taper.
      - Don Juan (canto XII, st. 21) [Authorship]

Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three dozen.
  'Tis fine to see them scattering refusals
    And wild dismay, o'er every angry cousin
      (Friends of the party) who begin accusals,
        Such as--"Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have chosen
          Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals
            To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why, I pray,
              Look yes least night, and yet say No to-day?"
      - Don Juan (canto XII, st. 34) [Wooing]

And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
  For when they happen at a riper age,
    People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth,
      And wonder Providence is not more sage.
        Adversity is the first path to truth:
          He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage,
            Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty,
              Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
      - Don Juan (canto XII, st. 50) [Adversity]

For talk six times with the same single lady,
  And you may get the wedding dress ready.
      - Don Juan (canto XII, st. 59) [Matrimony]

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
  Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
      - Don Juan (canto XII, st. 6) [Hatred]

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No,"
  And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing
    On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow,
      Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.
      - Don Juan (canto XII, st. 63) [Coquetry]

And angling too, that solitary vice,
  What Izaak Walton sings or says:
    The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet
      Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
      - Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 106)
        [Fishing : Trout]

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away;
  A single laugh demolished the right arm
    Of his own country;--seldom since that day
      Has Spain had heroes.
      - Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 11) [Smiles]

However, 'tis expedient to be wary:
  Indifference certes don't produce distress;
    And rash enthusiasm in good society
      Were nothing but a moral inebriety.
      - Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 35) [Enthusiasm]

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
      - Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 7) [Morality]

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants!
  And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
      - Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 75) [Partridges]

The mellow autumn came, and with it came
  The promised party, to enjoy its sweets.
    The corn is cut, the manor full of game;
      The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats
        In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim;
          Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats.
            An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants!
              And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
      - Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 75) [Autumn]

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