As regards myself I should do myself an injury by being silent, for my heart is like an overloaded beast of burden and talking will relieve it.

Ah! Publius, my fate to-day is that of the helpless Tantalus, who sees juicy pears bobbing about under his nose and tempting his hungry stomach, and yet they never let him catch hold of them, only look-in there dwells Irene, the pear, the peach, the pomegranate, and my thirsting heart is consumed with longing for her.

You may laugh--but to-day Paris might meet Helen with impunity, for Eros has shot his whole store of arrows into me.

You cannot see them, but I can feel them, for not one of them has he drawn out of the wound.

And the darling little thing herself is not wholly untouched by the winged boy's darts.