Chapter 1839 of 1964 · 69 words · ~1 min read

XI.

But next to dressing for a rout or ball, Undressing is a woe; our _robe de chambre_ May sit like that of Nessus,[775] and recall Thoughts quite as yellow, but less clear than amber. Titus exclaimed, "I've lost a day!"[776] Of all The nights and days most people can remember, (I have had of both, some not to be disdained,) I wish they'd state how many they have gained.