Chapter 11 of 13 · 58 words · ~1 min read

III.

I saw my Fortune midst the sounding sea Sit weeping on a rocky height and steep, Said I to her, "Fortune, how is't with thee?" "I cannot help thee, child" (so answered she), "I cannot help thee more--so must I weep." How sweet were those her tears, how sweet, ah me! Even the fishes wept within the deep.