Juan would question further, but she press'd His lip to hers, and silenced him with this, And then dismiss'd the omen from her breast, Defying augury… - Lord Byron

[Lines inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull]

Quaff while thou canst: another race,
When thou and thine, like me, are sped,
May rescue thee from earth's embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.

Why not? since through life's little day
Our heads such sad effects produce;
Redeem'd from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs, to be of use.

She thought of her own strength, and Juan's youth,
And of the folly of all prudish fears,
Victorious virtue, and domestic truth,
And then of Don Alfonso's fifty years:
[...]
When people say, "I've told you fifty times,"
They mean to scold, and very often do:
When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes,"
They make you dread that they'll recite them too;
In gangs of fifty thieves commit their crimes:
At fifty love for love is rare, 'tis true,
But then, no doubt, it equally as true is,
A good deal may be bought for fifty louis.

As tragédias terminam com a morte, (All tragedies are finished by a death,)
E as comédias terminam em casório; (All comedies are ended by a marriage.)
Depois, deixa-se o herói à própria sorte, (The future states of both are lefth to faith,)
Pois teme o autor dizer algo simplório (For authors fear description might disparage)
Sobre o Além-vida, ou sobre os dois consortes, (The worlds to come of both, of fall beneath)
E que o chamem de herege, ou de finório; (And then both worlds would punish their miscarriage)
Deixando a cada um o seu mister, (So leaving each their priest and prayer book ready,)
Nada dizem da morte, ou da mulher. (They say no more of death or of the lady)