Eugene Onegin

Current Music: Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World

Pushkin/Hofstadter

But then again, the love of gentle
Young belles tanscends friends' love, and kin's;
In tempests, though they're temperamental,
Your power to sway them always wins.
All this is true -- but fashion forces;
And think of Nature's swerving courses,
The rushing tide of voguish views...
How woman's fickle -- that's no news!
Moreover, any curts'ying lover
Must meet her husband's every whim --
Indulge and spoil and pamper him.
This soon grows old as she'll discover --
And off your faithful dolly darts:
How Satan loves to toy with hearts!

Whom thus to trust? And whom to treasure?
Who'll remain firm and true to form?
Who'll always most politely measure
Word, gest, and deed to meet our norm?
Who'll never slander us, or curse us?
Who with solicitude will nurse us?
Who won't be averse to our vice?
Who won't leave us bored in a trice?
World-weary seeker of some specter,
Whose search drags on and on -- and how! --
Why, he whom you should worship's thou,
Who art my tale's select delector!
What wooers seek to please their heart,
Without a doubt, is that which th'art!