Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto III

When Nero perish'd by the justest doom
  Which ever the destroyer yet destroy'd,
Amidst the roar of liberated Rome,
  Of nations freed, and the world overjoy'd,
Some hands unseen strew'd flowers upon his tomb:
  Perhaps the weakness of a heart not void
Of feeling for some kindness done, when power
Had left the wretch an uncorrupted hour.

But I 'm digressing; what on earth has Nero,
  Or any such like sovereign buffoons,
To do with the transactions of my hero,
  More than such madmen's fellow man — the moon's?
Sure my invention must be down at zero,
  And I grown one of many 'wooden spoons'
Of verse (the name with which we Cantabs please
To dub the last of honours in degrees).

I feel this tediousness will never do —
  'T is being too epic, and I must cut down
(In copying) this long canto into two;
  They 'll never find it out, unless I own
The fact, excepting some experienced few;
  And then as an improvement 't will be shown:
I 'll prove that such the opinion of the critic is
From Aristotle passim. — See poietikes.

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