I'm "at my old lunes"[657]—digression, and forget

The Lady Adeline Amundeville;

The fair most fatal Juan ever met,

Although she was not evil nor meant ill;

But Destiny and Passion spread the net

(Fate is a good excuse for our own will),

And caught them;—what do they not catch, methinks?

But I'm not Oedipus, and Life's a Sphinx.