Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXIII

With an insolent epigram 'tis pleasant to enrage a bungling foe; pleasant to see how, bending stubbornly 4 his buttsome horns, he in the mirror looks at himself involuntarily and is ashamed to recognize himself; more pleasant, friends, if, as the fool he is, 8 he howls out: It is I! Still pleasanter-in silence to prepare an honorable grave for him and quietly at his pale forehead 12 aim, at a gentlemanly distance; but to dispatch him to his fathers will hardly pleasant be for you.