Е. Онегин, XII - пер. А. С. Пушкина

Oh, how early he was able
To trouble heart of a coquette!
But in the view of rivals - plenty
Of spites and malices he said,
In order to destroy them all,
In order to reject their role,
And to prepare them a net!
But husbands blissfull stayed his friends:
He was in favour with a sly husband,
Who was the pupil of Foblas,
With an old man, who was hard to trust,
And with a cuckold such majestic
In his contentment with his house,
With dinner, his self and the spouse.