XXIX.

Don Juan, who had shone in the late slaughter,

Was left upon his way with the despatch,

Where blood was talked of as we would of water;

And carcasses that lay as thick as thatch

O'er silenced cities, merely served to flatter

Fair Catherine's pastime—who looked on the match

Between these nations as a main of cocks,

Wherein she liked her own to stand like rocks.

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