CLXVI.

As for the ladies, I have nought to say, A wanderer from the British world of Fashion,[157] Where I, like other "dogs, have had my day," Like other men, too, may have had my passion-- But that, like other things, has passed away, And all her fools whom I _could_ lay the lash on: Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me But dreams of what has been, no more to be.[bt]