Don Juan 02-209
Canto the Second

CCIX

I hate inconstancy-I loathe, detest,
     Abhor, condemn, abjure the mortal made
Of such quicksilver clay that in his breast
     No permanent foundation can be laid;
Love, constant love, has been my constant guest,
     And yet last night, being at a masquerade,
I saw the prettiest creature, fresh from Milan,
Which gave me some sensations like a villain.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong