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EGOTISM. A LETTER TO J. T. BECHER.
Εαυτον Βυρων αειδει.
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If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow,(Though much I hope she will postpone it,)
I've held a share of Joy and Sorrow,
Enough for Ten; and here I own it.
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I've lived, as many others live,And yet, I think, with more enjoyment;
For could I through my days again live,
I'd pass them in the same employment.
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That is to say, with some exception,For though I will not make confession,
I've seen too much of man's deception
Ever again to trust profession.
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Some sage Mammas with gesture haughty,Pronounce me quite a youthful Sinner—
But Daughters say, “although he's naughty,
You must not check a Young Beginner!”
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I've loved, and many damsels know it—But whom I don't intend to mention,
As certain stanzas also show it,
Some say deserving Reprehension.
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Some ancient Dames, of virtue fiery,(Unless Report does much belie them,)
Have lately made a sharp Enquiry,
And much it grieves me to deny them.
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Two whom I lov'd had eyes of Blue,To which I hope you've no objection;
The Rest had eyes of darker Hue—
Each Nymph, of course, was all perfection.
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But here I'll close my chaste Description,Nor say the deeds of animosity;
For silence is the best prescription,
To physic idle curiosity.
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Of Friends I've known a goodly Hundred—For finding one in each acquaintance,
By some deceived, by others plunder'd,
Friendship, to me, was not Repentance.
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At School I thought like other Children;Instead of Brains, a fine Ingredient,
Romance, my youthful Head bewildering,
To Sense had made me disobedient.
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A victim, nearly from affection,To certain very precious scheming,
The still remaining recollection
Has cured my boyish soul of Dreaming.
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By Heaven! I rather would forswearThe Earth, and all the joys reserved me,
Than dare again the specious Snare,
From which my Fate and Heaven preserved me.
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Still I possess some Friends who love me—In each a much esteemed and true one;
The Wealth of Worlds shall never move me
To quit their Friendship, for a new one.
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But Becher! you're a reverend pastor,Now take it in consideration,
Whether for penance I should fast, or
Pray for my sins in expiation.
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I own myself the child of Folly,But not so wicked as they make me—
I soon must die of melancholy,
If Female smiles should e'er forsake me.
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Philosophers have never doubted,That Ladies' Lips were made for kisses!
For Love! I could not live without it,
For such a cursed place as This is.
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Say, Becher, I shall be forgiven!If you don't warrant my salvation,
I must resign all Hopes of Heaven!
For, Faith, I can't withstand Temptation.
midnight. I have not corrected, or revised.
Yours, Byron.
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