Chapter XI
[8] … vanishes in the smoke of death: Childe Harold, canto 4. cxxiv. cxxvi.
[9] … and reaps the whirlwind: Childe Harold, canto 4. cxxiii.
[10] … or to endure: Ibid. canto 3. lxxi.
[11] … whose gums are poison: Ibid. canto 4. cxxi. cxxxvi.
[12] … exist only in himself: Childe Harold, canto 4. cxxii.
Chapter XIII
[13] sedet, oeternumque sedebit: Sits, and will sit for ever.
Chapter XIV
[14] a pint of port and a pistol: See The Sorrows of Werter, Letter 93.