'Hail; victorious hail, to the thousand-fold Sabina!'-- That is nonsense.

'Hail, hail! divine hail to thee O all-conquering Sabina.' No it was not that either.

If a crocodile would only swallow this Sabina I would give him that hot cake in yonder dish with pleasure, for his pudding.

But stay--I have it.

'Hail, a thousand-fold hail to the conquering goddess Sabina!'" Hadrian had heard all he wanted; while Euphorion went on repeating his line a score or more of times to impress it on his recalcitrant memory.