Thirsty comrade! at thy door.
Ephippos. (Book ii. § 30, p. 79.)
How I delight
To spring upon the dainty coverlets;
Breathing the perfume of the rose, and steep'd
In tears of myrrh!—J. A. St. John.
Alexis. (Book ii. § 44, p. 90.)
Mean my husband is, and poor,