Chapter 1705 of 1964 · 58 words · ~1 min read

LXXVI.

Eureka! I have found it! What I mean To say is, not that Love is Idleness, But that in Love such idleness has been An accessory, as I have cause to guess. Hard Labour's an indifferent go-between; Your men of business are not apt to express Much passion, since the merchant-ship, the Argo, Conveyed Medea as her supercargo.