B. A plague upon you!
you bore me with your riddles.
A. Still, all this
Is plain and easy.
B. What then can it be?
A. Sleep—that puts all our cares and pains to flight.[[862]]
The following from Eubulos is not amiss:
A. What is it that, while young, is plump and heavy,
But, being full grown, is light, and wingless mounts
Upon the courier winds, and foils the sight?