Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto V

Babel was Nimrod's hunting-box, and then
  A town of gardens, walls, and wealth amazing,
Where Nabuchadonosor, king of men,
  Reign'd, till one summer's day he took to grazing,
And Daniel tamed the lions in their den,
  The people's awe and admiration raising;
'T was famous, too, for Thisbe and for Pyramus,
And the calumniated queen Semiramis.

That injured Queen by chroniclers so coarse
  Has been accused (I doubt not by conspiracy)
Of an improper friendship for her horse
  (Love, like religion, sometimes runs to heresy):
This monstrous tale had probably its source
  (For such exaggerations here and there I see)
In writing 'Courser' by mistake for 'Courier:'
I wish the case could come before a jury here.

But to resume, — should there be (what may not
  Be in these days?) some infidels, who don't,
Because they can't find out the very spot
  Of that same Babel, or because they won't
(Though Claudius Rich, Esquire, some bricks has got,
  And written lately two memoirs upon't),
Believe the Jews, those unbelievers, who
Must be believed, though they believe not you,

Yet let them think that Horace has exprest
  Shortly and sweetly the masonic folly
Of those, forgetting the great place of rest,
  Who give themselves to architecture wholly;
We know where things and men must end at best:
  A moral (like all morals) melancholy,
And 'Et sepulchri immemor struis domos'
Shows that we build when we should but entomb us.

At last they reach'd a quarter most retired,
  Where echo woke as if from a long slumber;
Though full of all things which could be desired,
  One wonder'd what to do with such a number
Of articles which nobody required;
  Here wealth had done its utmost to encumber
With furniture an exquisite apartment,
Which puzzled Nature much to know what Art meant.

It seem'd, however, but to open on
  A range or suite of further chambers, which
Might lead to heaven knows where; but in this one
  The movables were prodigally rich:
Sofas 't was half a sin to sit upon,
  So costly were they; carpets every stitch
Of workmanship so rare, they made you wish
You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.

The black, however, without hardly deigning
  A glance at that which wrapt the slaves in wonder,
Trampled what they scarce trod for fear of staining,
  As if the milky way their feet was under
With all its stars; and with a stretch attaining
  A certain press or cupboard niched in yonder —
In that remote recess which you may see —
Or if you don't the fault is not in me, —

I wish to be perspicuous; and the black,
  I say, unlocking the recess, pull'd forth
A quantity of clothes fit for the back
  Of any Mussulman, whate'er his worth;
And of variety there was no lack —
  And yet, though I have said there was no dearth,
He chose himself to point out what he thought
Most proper for the Christians he had bought.

The suit he thought most suitable to each
  Was, for the elder and the stouter, first
A Candiote cloak, which to the knee might reach,
  And trousers not so tight that they would burst,
But such as fit an Asiatic breech;
  A shawl, whose folds in Cashmire had been nurst,
Slippers of saffron, dagger rich and handy;
In short, all things which form a Turkish Dandy.

While he was dressing, Baba, their black friend,
  Hinted the vast advantages which they
Might probably attain both in the end,
  If they would but pursue the proper way
Which fortune plainly seem'd to recommend;
  And then he added, that he needs must say,
''T would greatly tend to better their condition,
If they would condescend to circumcision.

'For his own part, he really should rejoice
  To see them true believers, but no less
Would leave his proposition to their choice.'
  The other, thanking him for this excess
Of goodness, in thus leaving them a voice
  In such a trifle, scarcely could express
'Sufficiently' (he said) 'his approbation
Of all the customs of this polish'd nation.

'For his own share — he saw but small objection
  To so respectable an ancient rite;
And, after swallowing down a slight refection,
  For which he own'd a present appetite,
He doubted not a few hours of reflection
  Would reconcile him to the business quite.'
'Will it?' said Juan, sharply: 'Strike me dead,
But they as soon shall circumcise my head!

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