"I have done penance for contemning Love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs:
For in revenge of my contempt of Love,
Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow."
Shakspeare.
[28] "Eque tuo pendat resupini spiritus ore."—Luc. i. 38.
[29] There was a proverb among the ancients, "θάλασσα καὶ πῦρ καὶ γυνὴ κακὰ τρία."
[30] "Argentum accepi, dote imperium vendidi."—Plautus.
[31] Hesiod. Works and Days, 57.
[32] αὕτη κακῶν ηδονή.
"κἀλλος κακῶν ὕπουλος."—Soph. Ο.Τ. 1396.
... "medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat."
Luc. iv. 1126.
"Full from the fount of joy's delicious springs,
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings."
Childe Harold.
[33] βόμβος αὐλῶν.