A Sequel to Don Juan — page 134: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

DON JUAN. 125 CXIUIL. As the rebellious giant race of old, To scale th’ imperial palaces of heaven, Ossa on Pelion, mount on mountain rolled— So thou hast added crime to crime, and riven The hearts which thou hast heaped upon the cold Waste of abandonment, where they were driven !— The Whigs performed a duty loyal and true To justice, when they made an Earl of you ! CXLITT. Go to the House of Lords, and take your seat As near the Bishops’ bench as well you may : The holy fathers possibly may treat Your soul to comfort spiritual some day ;— At least you will require it—and ’tis meet That for your numerous sins you now should pray ;— Not that I think that anything can save you, For as his right the Devil’s sure to crave vou. CXLIV. Oh! think of her—that mild and beauteous one, Whose hopes were blighted when with thee she met, And who, hadst thou been honourable, had shone The brightest jewel of thy coronet : Think of the heart of hearts by thee undone— Think of thy perjury—and tremble yet ;— Though she have wealth and honours—hope and name— The blackness of thy crime exists the same. COnmicloookxs.conn