His was not the heart contented to go astray after a tear.

Men fall in search of joy.
"Momus is carrying a burden under which more brilliant men would falter," she averred.

"I am beyond reckoning his debtor!" "Since he has shifted that sweet burden for a time on my shoulders, I will forgive him for his looks.

If he will stay away, I'll be his debtor further.

But enough of Momus! I came to ask after your health, when your long journey by night is done." "I am well; we did not journey all night." "Sit, I pray you.