[84] ["Que les hommes sont heureux d'aller à la guerre, d'exposer leur vie, de se livrer à l'enthousiasme de l'honneur et du danger! Mais il n'y a rien au-dehors qui soulage les femmes."--_Corinne, ou L'Italie_, Madame de Staël, liv., xviii. chap. v. ed. 1835, iii. 209.] [am] _To mourn alone the love which has undone._ or, _To lift our fatal love to God from man._ Take that which, of these three, seems the best prescription.--B. {72}[an] _You will proceed in beauty and in pride_, _You will return_----.--[MS. M.] [ao] / fatal now \ Or, _That word is < lost for me >--but let it go_.--[MS. M.] \ deadly now / [ap] _I struggle, but can not collect my mind_.--[MS.] [aq] _As turns the needle trembling to the pole_ _It ne'er can reach--so turns to you my soul_.--[MS.] [ar] _With a neat crow-quill, rather hard, but new_.--[MS.] {73}[85] [Byron had a seal bearing this motto.] [as] _And there are other incidents remaining_ _Which shall be specified in fitting time,_ _With good discretion, and in current rhyme_.--[MS.] {74}[at] _To newspapers, to sermons, which the zeal_ _Of pious men have published on his acts_.--[MS.] [au] _I'll call the work "Reflections o'er a Bottle_."--[MS.] [86] [Here, and elsewhere in _Don Juan_, Byron attacked Coleridge fiercely and venomously, because he believed that his _protégé_ had accepted patronage and money, and, notwithstanding, had retailed scandalous statements to the detriment and dishonour of his advocate and benefactor (see letter to Murray, November 24, 1818, _Letters_, 1900, iv. 272; and "Introduction to the _Vision of Judgment," Poetical Works_, 1901, iv. 475). Byron does not substantiate his charge of ingratitude, and there is nothing to show whether Coleridge ever knew why a once friendly countenance was changed towards him. He might have asked, with the Courtenays, _Ubi lapsus, quid feci?_ If Byron had been on his mind or his conscience he would have drawn up an elaborate explanation or apology; but nothing of the kind is extant. He took the abuse as he had taken the favours--for the unmerited gifts of the blind goddess Fortune. (See, too, _Letter_ ..., by John Bull, 1821, p. 14.)]