XV, The portion of this world which I at present XVI. With much to excite, there's little to exalt; A kind of common-place, even in their crimes; Factitious passions, wit without much salt, A want of that true nature which sublimes Whate'er it shows with truth; a smooth monotony Of character, in those at least who have got any. XVII. Sometimes, indeed, like soldiers off parade, And they must be or seem what they were: still Doubtless it is a brilliant masquerade; But when of the first sight you have had your fill, It palls—at least it did so upon me, This paradise of pleasure and ennui. XVIII. When we have made our love, and gamed our gaming, Drest, voted, shone, and, may be, something more; With dandies dined; heard senators declaiming; Seen beauties brought to market by the score, Sad rakes to sadder husbands chastely taming; There's little left but to be bored or bore. Witness those "ci-devant jeunes hommes" who stem The stream, nor leave the world which leaveth them. XIX. 'Tis said indeed a general complaint — That no one has succeeded in describing The monde, exactly as they ought to paint: Some say, that authors only snatch, by bribing The porter, some slight scandals strange and quaint, To furnish matter for their moral gibing; And that their books have but one style in common My lady's prattle, filter'd through her woman. XX. But this can't well be true, just now; for writers Are grown of the beau monde a part potential: I've seen them balance even the scale with fighters, Especially when young, for that's essential. Why do their sketches fail them as inditers Of what they deem themselves most consequential, The real portrait of the highest tribe? 'Tis that, in fact, there's little to describe. XXI. "Haud ignara loquor;" these are Nuga,“ quarum Pars parva fui," but still art and part. Now I could much more easily sketch a harem, Than these things; and besides, I wish to spare 'em, XXII. And therefore what I throw off is ideal – Lower'd, leaven'd, like a history of freemasons; Which bears the same relation to the real, As Captain Parry's voyage may do to Jason's. The grand arcanum's not for men to see all; My music has some mystic diapasons; And there is much which could not be appreciated In any manner by the uninitiated. XXIII. Alas! worlds fall—and woman, since she fell❜d (1) [Hor. Carm. 1. iii. od. 2.] XXIV. A daily plague, which in the aggregate The real sufferings of their she condition? Has much of selfishness, and more suspicion. XXV. All this were very well, and can't be better; XXVI. "Petticoat influence" is a great reproach, Which even those who obey would fain be thought To fly from, as from hungry pikes a roach; But since beneath it upon earth we are brought, A garment of a mystical sublimity, XXVII. Much I respect, and much I have adored, In my young days, that chaste and goodly veil, Which holds a treasure, like a miser's hoard, And more attracts by all it doth concealA golden scabbard on a Damasque sword, A loving letter with a mystic seal, A cure for grief-for what can ever rankle Before a petticoat and peeping ankle? XXVIII. And when upon a silent, sullen day, XXIX. We left our heroes and our heroines In that fair clime which don't depend on climate, Quite independent of the Zodiac's signs Though certainly more difficult to rhyme at, Because the sun, and stars, and aught that shines, Mountains, and all we can be most sublime at, Are there oft dull and dreary as a dunWhether a sky's or tradesman's is all one. |