I’m “at my old lunes”—digression, and forget
The Lady Adeline Amundeville;
The fair most fatal Juan ever met,
Although she was not evil nor meant ill;
But Destiny and Passion spread the net
(Fate is a good excuse for our own will),
And caught them;—what do they not catch, methinks?
But I’m not Oedipus, and Life’s a Sphinx.