LXXVII. Aurora sat with that indifference Which piques a preux chevalier —as it ought: Of all offences that's the worst offence, Which seems to hint you are not worth a thought. Now Juan, though no coxcomb in pretence, Was not exactly pleased to be so caught; Like a good ship entangled among ice, And after so much excellent advice. LXXVIII. To his gay nothings, nothing was replied, LXXIX. And look'd as much as if to say, " I said it ;" And hate those who won't let them come to pass. LXXX. Juan was drawn thus into some attentions, Slight but select, and just enough to express, To females of perspicuous comprehensions, That he would rather make them more than less. Aurora at the last (so history mentions, Though probably much less a fact than guess) So far relax'd her thoughts from their sweet prison, As once or twice to smile, if not to listen. LXXXI. From answering she began to question: this To keep extremes from meeting, when once set In motion; but she here too much refinedAurora's spirit was not of that kind. LXXXII. But Juan had a sort of winning way, Which show'd such deference to what females say, And taught him when to be reserved or free: He had the art of drawing people out, LXXXIII. Aurora, who in her indifference Confounded him in common with the crowd To feel that flattery which attracts the proud LXXXIV. that point was carried And then he had good looks; Now though we know of old that looks deceive, And always have done, somehow these good looks Make more impression than the best of books. LXXXV. Aurora, who look'd more on books than faces, But Virtue's self, with all her tightest laces, Own'd to a penchant, though discreet, for beauty. LXXXVI. And girls of sixteen are thus far Socratic, And really, if the sage sublime and Attic At seventy years had phantasies like these, Which Plato in his dialogues dramatic Has shown, I know not why they should displease In virgins-always in a modest way, Observe; for that with me's a " sine quâ.”(1) LXXXVII. Also observe, that, like the great Lord Coke Or none at all-which seems a sorry jest: LXXXVIII. If people contradict themselves, can I Help contradicting them, and every body, And cut through such canals of contradiction, (1) Subauditur "non ; " omitted for the sake of euphony. LXXXIX. Apologue, fable, poesy, and parable, Are false, but may be render'd also true By those who sow them in a land that's arable. 'Tis wonderful what fable will not do! 'Tis said it makes reality more bearable: But what's reality? Who has its clue? Philosophy? No: she too much rejects. Religion? Yes; but which of all her sects? XC. Some millions must be wrong, that's pretty clear; XCI, But here again, why will I thus entangle |