IV. You'd better walk about begirt with briars, Although you swore it only was in fun : V. But, saving this, you may put on whate'er With prettier names in softer accents spoke, No place that 's call'd “Piazza” in Great Britain. VI. This feast is named the Carnival, which, being 'T is as we take a glass with friends at parting, VII. And thus they bid farewell to carnal dishes, Because they have no sauces to their stews, To eat their salmon, at the least, with soy: VIII. And therefore humbly I would recommend IX. That is to say, if your religion 's Roman, And you If protestant, or sickly, or a woman, Would rather dine in sin on a ragout— Dine, and be d-d!—I don't mean to be coarse- X. Of all the places where the Carnival Was most facetious in the days of yore, Venice the bell from every city bore ; XI. They 've pretty faces yet, those same Venetians, In ancient arts by moderns mimick'd ill; (The best 's at Florence-see it, if ye will) They look when leaning over the balcony, Or stepp'd from out a picture by Giorgione, XII. Whose tints are truth and beauty at their best; That picture (howsoever fine the rest) Is loveliest to my mind of all the show : It may perhaps be also to your zest, And that's the cause I rhyme upon it so ; 'T is but a portrait of his son, and wife, And self: but such a woman! love in life! XIII. Love in full life and length, not love ideal, But something better still, so very real, That the sweet model must have been the same: XIV. when we One of those forms which flit by us, Are young, and fix our eyes on every face; And, oh! the loveliness at times we see In momentary gliding, the soft grace, The youth, the bloom, the beauty which agree Whose course and home we knew not, nor shall know, I XV. I said that like a picture by Giorgione (For beauty's sometimes best set off afar); And there, just like a heroine of Goldoni, They peep from out the blind, or o'er the bar; And, truth to say, they 're mostly very pretty, And rather like to show it, more 's the pity! XVI. For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs, Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter, Which flies on wings of light-heel'd Mercuries, Who do such things because they know no better; And then, God knows what mischief may arise, When love links two young people in one fetter: Vile assignations, and adulterous beds, Elopements, broken vows, and hearts, and heads. XVII. Shakspeare described the sex in Desdemona Husband whom mere suspicion could inflame XVIII. Their jealousy (if they are ever jealous) Which smothers women in a bed of feather: XIX. Didst ever see a gondola? For fear exactly; 'T is a long covered boat that 's common here, Where none can make out what you say or do. XX. And up and down the long canals they go, But not to them do woful things belong, XXI. But to my story.-'T was some years ago, Her real name I know not, nor can guess, XXII. She was not old, nor young, nor at the years A person yet, by prayers, or bribes, or tears, To name, define by speech, or write on page, The period meant precisely by that word,Which surely is exceedingly absurd. XXIII. Laura was blooming still, had made the best She look'd extremely well where'er she went : And Laura's brow a frown had rarely bent; Indeed she shone all smiles, and seem'd to flatter Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her. XXIV. She was a married woman; 't is convenient, A well-timed wedding makes the scandal cool), I don't know how they ever can get over it, Except they manage never to discover it, XXV. Her husband sail'd upon the Adriatic, And made some voyages, too, in other seas; And when he lay in quarantine for pratique (A forty days' precaution 'gainst disease), His wife would mount, at times, her highest attic, For thence she could discern the ship with ease : He was a merchant trading to Aleppo, His name Giuseppe, call'd more briefly, Beppo.' XXVI. He was a man as dusky as a Spaniard, And she, although her manners show'd no rigour, XXVII. But several years elapsed since they had met; Some people thought the ship was lost, and some That he had somehow blunder'd into debt, And did not like the thoughts of steering home; And there were several offer'd any bet, Or that he would, or that he would not come, For most men (till by losing render'd sager) Will back their own opinions with a wager. XXVIII. 'T is said that their last parting was pathetic, Which I have known occur in two or three), |