Sometimes he turn’d to gaze upon his book, Boscan, or Garcilasso;—by the wind Even as the page is rustled while we look, So by the poesy of his own mind Over the mystic leaf his soul was shook, As if ’twere one whereon magicians bind Their spells, and give them to the passing gale, According to some good old woman’s tale.
Thus would he while his lonely hours away Dissatisfied, nor knowing what he wanted; Nor glowing reverie, nor poet’s lay, Could yield his spirit that for which it panted, A bosom whereon he his head might lay, And hear the heart beat with the love it granted, With—several other things, which I forget, Or which, at least, I need not mention yet.
Those lonely walks, and lengthening reveries, Could not escape the gentle Julia’s eyes; She saw that Juan was not at his ease; But that which chiefly may, and must surprise, Is, that the Donna Inez did not tease Her only son with question or surmise: Whether it was she did not see, or would not, Or, like all very clever people, could not.
This may seem strange, but yet ’tis very common; For instance—gentlemen, whose ladies take Leave to o’erstep the written rights of woman, And break the—Which commandment is ’t they break? (I have forgot the number, and think no man Should rashly quote, for fear of a mistake.) I say, when these same gentlemen are jealous, They make some blunder, which their ladies tell us.
A real husband always is suspicious, But still no less suspects in the wrong place, Jealous of some one who had no such wishes, Or pandering blindly to his own disgrace, By harbouring some dear friend extremely vicious; The last indeed ’s infallibly the case: And when the spouse and friend are gone off wholly, He wonders at their vice, and not his folly.
Thus parents also are at times short-sighted; Though watchful as the lynx, they ne’er discover, The while the wicked world beholds delighted, Young Hopeful’s mistress, or Miss Fanny’s lover, Till some confounded escapade has blighted The plan of twenty years, and all is over; And then the mother cries, the father swears, And wonders why the devil he got heirs.
But Inez was so anxious, and so clear Of sight, that I must think, on this occasion, She had some other motive much more near For leaving Juan to this new temptation; But what that motive was, I sha’n’t say here; Perhaps to finish Juan’s education, Perhaps to open Don Alfonso’s eyes, In case he thought his wife too great a prize.