Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto X

But Juan saw not this: each wreath of smoke
  Appear'd to him but as the magic vapour
Of some alchymic furnace, from whence broke
  The wealth of worlds (a wealth of tax and paper):
The gloomy clouds, which o'er it as a yoke
  Are bow'd, and put the sun out like a taper,
Were nothing but the natural atmosphere,
Extremely wholesome, though but rarely clear.

He paused — and so will I; as doth a crew
  Before they give their broadside. By and by,
My gentle countrymen, we will renew
  Our old acquaintance; and at least I 'll try
To tell you truths you will not take as true,
  Because they are so; — a male Mrs. Fry,
With a soft besom will I sweep your halls,
And brush a web or two from off the walls.

O Mrs. Fry! Why go to Newgate? Why
  Preach to poor rogues? And wherefore not begin
With Carlton, or with other houses? Try
  Your head at harden'd and imperial sin.
To mend the people 's an absurdity,
  A jargon, a mere philanthropic din,
Unless you make their betters better: — Fy!
I thought you had more religion, Mrs. Fry.

Teach them the decencies of good threescore;
  Cure them of tours, hussar and highland dresses;
Tell them that youth once gone returns no more,
  That hired huzzas redeem no land's distresses;
Tell them Sir William Curtis is a bore,
  Too dull even for the dullest of excesses,
The witless Falstaff of a hoary Hal,
A fool whose bells have ceased to ring at all.

Tell them, though it may be perhaps too late,
  On life's worn confine, jaded, bloated, sated,
To set up vain pretence of being great,
  'T is not so to be good; and be it stated,
The worthiest kings have ever loved least state;
  And tell them — But you won't, and I have prated
Just now enough; but by and by I 'll prattle
Like Roland's horn in Roncesvalles' battle.

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