[[56]] Inferno, 3. 112.
[[57]] Christabel, 1. 49-50.
[[58]] "Well said, old mole! can'st work i' the ground so fast?"—[Ruskin.]
[[59]] Odyssey, 11. 57-58.
[[60]] It is worth while comparing the way a similar question is put by the exquisite sincerity of Keats:—
He wept, and his bright tears
Went trickling down the golden bow he held.
Thus, with half-shut, suffused eyes, he stood;
While from beneath some cumbrous boughs hard by
With solemn step an awful goddess came,