Jumped up out of bed in a thundering breeze,
And triumphantly cried, as he blew out the light,
‘Now I have you, you rogues, you can’t see where to bite!’”
Lucian.
CURES FOR LOVE.
“Hunger, perhaps, may cure your love,
Or time your passion greatly alter;
If both should unsuccessful prove,
I strongly recommend a halter.”—Crates.
“Too much is always bad; old proverbs call