The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps — partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the Mountains - Lord Byron

My days of love are over; me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of which they made before, — In short, I must not lead the life I did do;
The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er,
The copious use of claret is forbid too,
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.

In quiet we had learn'd to dwell-
Myvery chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends-
To make us what we are:-even I
Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.

To others' share let 'female errors fall,' For she had not even one — the worst of all.