Excerpt from Fifine at the Fair: And Other Poems Donna Elvira. Don Juan, might you please to help one give a guess, Hold up a candle, clear this fine mysteriousness? Don Juan. Madam, if needs I must declare the truth, - in short... Donna Elvira. Fie! for a man of mode, accustomed at the court To such style of thing, how awkwardly my lord Attempts defence! You move compassion, - that's the word, - Dumfoundered and chapfallen! Why don't you arm your brow With noble impudence? Why don't you swear and vow No sort of change is come to any sentiment You ever had for me? Affection holds the bent; You love me now as erst, with passion that makes pale All ardor else: nor aught in nature can avail To separate us two, save what, in stopping breath, May, peradventure, stop devotion likewise, - death! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.