BON JUAN.

Canto /.

X.

Ilis mother was a learned lady, lamedFor every branch of every science known —In every Christian language ever named,

With virtues equall’d by her wit alone,

She made the cleverest people quite ashamed,'And even the good with inward envy groan,Finding themselves so very much exceededIn their own way by all the things that she did.

XI.

Iler memory was a mine: she knew by heartAll Calderon and greater part of Lope,

So that if any actor miss’d his partShe could have serv’d him for the prompter’s

copy;

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For her Fcinaglc's were an useless art,

And he himself obliged to shut up shop — heCould never make a memory so line as

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That which adorn’d the brain of Donna Inez.