No More Learning

I read "Glenarvon," too, by Caro Lamb;[72]
God damn!

March 25, 1817.
[First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 87. ]

FOOTNOTES:

[68] [_Christabel, etc. _, by S. T. Coleridge, 1816. ]

[69] [_The Missionary of the Andes, a Poem_, by W. L. Bowles, 1815. ]

[70] [_Waterloo and other Poems_, by J. Wedderburn Webster, 1816. ]

[71] [_The White Doe of Rylstone, or the Fate of the Nortons, a Poem_,
by W. Wordsworth, 1815.
]

[72] [_Glenarvon, a Novel_ [by Lady Caroline Lamb], 1816. ]



QUEM DEUS VULT PERDERE PRIUS DEMENTAT. [73]

God maddens him whom't is his will to lose,
And gives the choice of death or phrenzy--choose.

[First published, _Letters_, 1900, iv. 93. ]

FOOTNOTES:

[73] [_A propos_ of Maturin's tragedy, _Manuel_ (_vide post_, p. 48,
_note_ 1), Byron "does into English" the Latin proverb by way of
contrast to the text, "Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth; blessed be
the Name of the Lord" (Letter to Murray, April 2, 1817). ]



TO THOMAS MOORE.

1.

My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But, before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee!

2.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And, whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.

3.

Though the Ocean roar around me,
Yet it still shall bear me on;
Though a desert shall surround me,
It hath springs that may be won.

4.

Were't the last drop in the well,
As I gasped upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell,
'T is to thee that I would drink.