1. If Fate Should Seal My Death To-Morrow, (Though Much I Hope She Will Postpone It,) I've Held A Share Joy And Sorrow, Enough For Ten; And Here I Own It. 2. I've Lived, As Many Others Live, And Yet, I Think, With More Enjoyment; For Could I Through My Days Again Live, I'd Pass Them In The 'Same' Employment. 3. That 'Is' To Say, With 'Some Exception', For Though I Will Not Make Confession, I've Seen Too Much Of Man'S Deception Ever Again To Trust Profession. 4. Some Sage 'Mammas' With Gesture Haughty, Pronounce Me Quite A Youthful Sinner - But 'Daughters' Say, "Although He's Naughty, You Must Not Check A 'Young Beginner'!" 5. I've Loved, And Many Damsels Know It - But Whom I Don't Intend To Mention, As 'Certain Stanzas' Also Show It, 'Some' Say 'Deserving Reprehension'. 6. Some Ancient Dames, Of Virtue Fiery, (Unless Report Does Much Belie Them,) Have Lately Made A Sharp Enquiry, And Much It 'Grieves' Me To 'Deny' Them. 7. Two Whom I Lov'D Had 'Eyes' Of 'Blue', To Which I Hope You've No Objection; The 'rest' Had Eyes Of 'Darker Hue' - Each Nymph, Of Course, Was 'All Perfection'. 8. But Here I'll Close My 'Chaste' Description, Nor Say The Deeds Of Animosity; For 'Silence' Is The Best Prescription, To 'Physic' Idle Curiosity. 9. Of 'Friends' I've Known A 'Goodly Hundred' - For Finding 'One' In Each Acquaintance, By 'Some Deceived', By Others Plunder'D, 'Friendship', To Me, Was Not 'repentance'. 10. At 'School' I Thought Like Other 'Children'; Instead Of 'Brains', A Fine Ingredient, 'Romance', My 'Youthful Head Bewildering', To 'Sense' Had Made Me Disobedient. 11. A Victim, 'Nearly' From Affection, To Certain 'very Precious Scheming', The Still Remaining Recollection Has 'Cured' My 'Boyish Soul' Of 'Dreaming'. 12. By Heaven! I Rather Would Forswear The Earth, And All The Joys Reserved Me, Than Dare Again The 'Specious Snare', From Which 'My Fate' And 'Heaven Preserved' Me. 13. Still I Possess Some Friends Who Love Me - In Each A Much Esteemed And True One; The Wealth Of Worlds Shall Never Move Me To Quit Their Friendship, For A New One. 14. But Becher! You're A 'reverend Pastor', Now Take It In Consideration, Whether For Penance I Should Fast, Or Pray For My 'Sins' In Expiation. 15. I Own Myself The Child Of 'Folly', But Not So Wicked As They Make Me - I Soon Must Die Of Melancholy, If 'Female' Smiles Should E'Er Forsake Me. 16. 'Philosophers' Have 'Never Doubted', That 'Ladies' Lips' Were Made For 'Kisses!' For 'Love!' I Could Not Live Without It, For Such A 'Cursed' Place As 'This Is'. 17. Say, Becher, I Shall Be Forgiven! If You Don't Warrant My Salvation, I Must Resign All 'Hopes' Of 'Heaven'! For, 'Faith', I Can't Withstand Temptation. P.S. - These Were Written Between One And Two, After 'Midnight'. I Have Not 'Corrected', Or 'revised'. Yours, Byron.