Chapter_837

5 0 00

Juan was moved: he had made up his mind

To be impaled, or quartered as a dish

For dogs, or to be slain with pangs refined,

Or thrown to lions, or made baits for fish,

And thus heroically stood resigned,

Rather than sin⁠—except to his own wish:

But all his great preparatives for dying

Dissolved like snow before a woman crying.