A Sequel to Don Juan — page 110: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. LOl LXX VII. Th’ establishment was on the Surrey side, Some trifling distance from the Obelisk— A neighbourhood where he might safely hide From sheriffs’ officers, with little risk ; And where the King’s Bench Rulers, in their pride, Within their Liberties were seen to frisk, Into the taverns and the cooks’ shops staring, Like little boys sent out to take an airing. LX XIX. An English boarding-house ! The mere idea Is cold and wretched—like the rooms inside. It has no ties which render home so dear, But seems a kennel where a man may hide— Something a hospital or prison near, Or an admixture of the two—where pride Struts in a seedy coat or faded gown, And has four meals a-day for half-a-crown. LXXX. To live in such a place is to declare That one has neither home, nor friends, nor ties ; Nor e’en a bed, a table, or a chair ;— It is a mattress upon which he lies— A trough at which he eats—a barrack where He herds with others—and where, when he dies, There’s not a soul to drop a tear, or say A syllable of prayer above his clay. COnnucloook<s. conn