XXIX.

In one point only were you settled—and

You had reason; 't was that a young child of grace,

As beautiful as her own native land,

And far away, the last bud of her race,

Howe'er our friend Don Juan might command

Himself for five, four, three, or two years' space,

Would be much better taught beneath the eye

Of peeresses whose follies had run dry.

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