’Tis best we do what each can do the best.”
XLVIII.
“Oh, you perplexing!” cried she; “not for me,
For your brain! Tell, pray, where it rummaged last,
To catch these cobwebs?—I have seen them, yes;
These halls are full of them, and libraries,
Old musty things!—But, Norman, soberly,
This German text is bad for eyesight, yes;
And half I doubt—Come, tell me, tell the truth,
Do you see clearly aught that you can do?”