A Sequel to Don Juan — page 212: what you’re looking at

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~ DON JUAN. 203 CXXXV. Here rest we for a space again. The Muses Grow wearied with perpetually supplying Draughts of the spring that from Pernassus oozes ; And Pegasus can not be always flying. The bard, moreover, who the courser uses, Will find that he is rather fond of shying : At least, | know I very often slip— But P’m not skilled in such-like horsemanship. CXXXVI. I’ve said before that I’m a modest bard, Without pretension, and without conceit ;— And finding present times a little hard, Having moreover a few bills to meet ; Also experiencing a great regard For him of whom my epic verses treat, I left off writing novels, and began The present poem on its present plan. CXXX VII. Three volume-novels are going out of fashion ; Diaries are o’er done—travels wo’nt do ;— Colburn and Bently are in quite a passion, And don’t know what to turn attention to: Therefore my poem, reader, will come smash on A public crying out for something new ; | And I—e’en keeping fancy within bounds— Am sure to net at least a thousand pounds. COMmiclboOokxs.conn