Than piles of money on an author's night;
Must I not love her then? Let the dull sot,
Who made the law, obey it! I will not. —Cumberland.
Aristophon. (Book xiii. § 14, p. 901.)
Love, the disturber of the peace of heaven,
And grand fomenter of Olympian feuds,
Was banish'd from the synods of the gods:
They drove him down to earth at the expense
Of us poor mortals, and curtail'd his wings