A Sequel to Don Juan — page 118: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 109 Cll. The soldier, bivouacking on the plain— The sailor, roving on the boundless deep— The courtier in the mighty monarch’s train— The wretched criminal, who fears to sleep— The galley-slave, condemned to drag his chain—- The patriot, doomed in banishment to weep,— All these admit that there’s a charm divine In that terrestrial nectar we call Wine. CIitt. The Mussulman, in secret festal hour— The midnight robber, armed to steal and slay— The amorous poet, in his mistress’ bower— The traveller, wending on his lonely way— The sentinel upon th’ embattled tower— The gamester, staking life upon his play— The invalid—the healthy—rich and poor— Kneel at the shrine of Bacchus, and adore ' CIV. In wine and woman every earthly ill Originates, the canting priests declare ; But they can drain the generous goblet still, And from their pious avocations spare An hour which they in secret gladly kill With the attractions of the blushing fair.— O bilious moralists, why would’st thou bring A cloud on mortal’s evanescent spring ? COMmicloooks.conn