That is the usual method, but not mine — My way is to begin with the beginning; - Lord Byron

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.

Both were so young, and one so innocent,
That bathing pass'd for nothing; Juan seem'd
To her, as 'twere, the kind of being sent,
Of whom these two years she had nightly dream'd, A something to be loved, a creature meant
To be her happiness, and whom she deem'd
To render happy; all who joy would win
Must share it,––Happiness was born a twin.