Chapter 1531 of 1964 · 58 words · ~1 min read

XII.

I'm "at my old lunes"[657]--digression, and forget The Lady Adeline Amundeville; The fair most fatal Juan ever met, Although she was not evil nor meant ill; But Destiny and Passion spread the net (Fate is a good excuse for our own will), And caught them;--what do they _not_ catch, methinks? But I'm not Oedipus, and Life's a Sphinx.